Slow death is best

The spotted man did think it over in the end and came to a conclusion that was suitable with Chimera. He would join. He had been looking for a family. "I know you will work hard," the dire admitted. "You seem the type." With a pull of his head, he motioned for the dog to follow. Kione, was his name and the striped giant accepted it with a nod. "The world has been sick and it's time to rebuild. It is my aim to see my pack, my family and my charges thrive and prosper. For hard work there will be great reward. Promotions, ranks, servants, whatever you desire." A little glimpse into Fenmyre life.

"Fenmyre is a different place, unlike any I believe you'll have seen." He cast a sidelong glance at the dog. "We deal in services and flesh. Providing release to those that require it in return for compensation." Yes, it seemed cruel and most time was, but Chimera had standards. "There are no innocents in danger. Each piece of flesh has been covered heavily in sins." Now both eyes found the dog. "Heavily. Murderers, rapists, child traffickers. They come to me to die." He felt the need to be outright and truthful with the man as he would expect no less in return. "If you can stomach knowing what goes on, then you are most welcome on my shores." The dog would never need to even see or interact with the slaves unless he wished it. Chimera was a clever businessman and was very discreet with his clients. If he didn't want you to see something, you wouldn't see.

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