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He learned a lot about her that day; all but the faintest details. He found out that her middle name was Jeanne, where she was born and raised; he heard about her family life and about how she was so embarrassed over her klutziness... he was told of how she did well in school, except in gym for obvious reasons, and he discovered that she never thought of herself well because she was just 'cute,' and never 'sexy' or 'gorgeous' or 'beautiful.'

Most of the days they spent like this... and then, on the third-last day of her stay, the reptile woke up in bed with her and decided, for whatever spur-of-the-moment reason, to give her a treat. So he got up and made her breakfast... surprising her... and then he took her out later for dinner and then to a movie, which they walked to... holding hands. The reptile even managed to keep up an alright banter, instead of his usual half-sullen, half-dark silence... it all combined to make the collie extremely happy, especially when, that night, he was as gentle with her as he could possibly be, instead of just taking her for his pleasure.

Zerrex didn't know, now back in the present, whether that was a good idea or not. Granted, it had made her extremely happy to do whatever he bid for the last two days of her stay, and kept her in contact afterwards for all these years... but now, looking at her as she stared at him with that scary, infatuated look on the floor... he had to wonder if she'd ever let go of that one day, or if she hoped that he'd take her out again like that if she did enough for him or pleased him enough; those thoughts made his expression soften a bit, and he walked over and gently hauled her to her feet.

Immediately, she threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly, and the reptile's own arms went wide as he winced, her head buried against his muscular body before he sighed and returned the hug quietly: he had to admit though, it was rather nice, despite the awkwardness he sometimes felt. But then she was leaning back, looking up at him with those round, wanting eyes, and he sighed again before leaning down to gently kiss her nose, making her giggle quietly and look up at him brightly - oh, the prices he paid for information.

Then she bounced over to the couch - almost falling on her face again - before sitting down and looking at him, her tail wagging against the furnishing as he looked at her mildly, crossing his arms. "Look, Sarah. It's really early in the morning, and you're an obsessive, stalker-like bitch. Can you please just tell me why you showed up like... how long ago?"

"I was here at about five this morning." The collie replied, smiling and utterly missing his first comment by some strange tunnel-hearing. Or maybe she heard 'you're a wonderful, great, beautiful girl, Sarah...' "And I just wanted to tell you that um. Elliot phoned my father last night, and I hurried over here as early as I could this morning because you don't have a phone and I really wanted to let you know that there's some new guy in town, claims to be ex-cop security agent, he's got stuff and stuff and he's in town and he's looking for you."

The reptile ignored the redundant babble, choosing to read beneath the sentences of the canine. "So there's someone new in town who probably wants to get rid of me. I'm taking it he showed up at Elliot's?"

Sarah nodded, lounging back on the couch and knocking a pillow over. "Yep! He um... oh, he said he's going to show up again tonight at six, I think, and challenge you or something to a fight... but Elliot was saying that he really didn't look all that tough..."

"Thanks." Zerrex said absently, then he paused as he looked at her mildly. "You can go now."

"I know." The canine smiled up at him, her eyes warm. "But I figured I'd sit around and keep you some company or something for today, you know? Moral support before tonight."

The Drakkaren gave her a flat look, and she shrank back a bit before coughing. "Well then. If you're busy..."

"I am. I have a few jobs to do today and I'll have to fit this meeting between them." The reptile responded, then he sighed as Sarah flattened her ears and gave him big eyes, feeling one of those strange things roll in his chest before he stepped forwards and quietly sat down beside her, putting an arm around her and pulling her against his chest; she immediately melted against him, and the feeling it awoke was foreign but strangely comforting: it made the reptile's own darkness quiet a bit more, at least for now. "But I guess I have some free time, at least until later this morning."

"Yay..." Sarah cuddled against his muscular chest quietly, breathing deep in the scent of the reptile as he arms wrapped tight around her waist. And for a little while, it was only Zerrex and Sarah, quietly curled together, one madly in obsessive infatuation, the other merely feeling some vague emotions towards the first.

But that was okay, because they were both alright with that well-known fact.

Ten o'clock, Apple Villa, the Ex Libras Information Shop: a place where you could buy books, technology and all sorts of interesting little things; a hobby shop for the 'informed consumer,' and a toy shop for those with an actual brain.

It was closed until twelve on most days... not because the staff was there, but because the staff didn't want to bother with anyone. But to Zerrex, a closed sign was a good thing to see, and so he merely tore the door open, snapping the simple bar lock with one pull of his frightening strength before he strolled casually inside as there was a commotion from the back room, and then a black-furred Labrador appeared; for a moment, he stared at the eight-foot-plus terror coming his way, then he turned to attempt to flee, but Zerrex swept a paperweight off a nearby shelf that was in the shape of a four leaf clover and easily whipped it at his opponent's skull.

It cracked off the back of his head, and the black lab went down with a grunt, blood spilling from a deep gouge in his head as he stared dazedly off down the employee's only corridor, his legs twitching a bit as his expensive suit - but of course, it had patches on the elbows, like all writers did - settled against the ground with his body, seeming to almost float from being too large for the dog.

Zerrex glanced back and forth, then he quickly strode past the dazed mutt and down the corridor, kicking open each door in turn he came across, snapping the locks easily with each blow of his foot as he made sure no one else was in the small, single-story but still beautiful-looking building - like everything else in Apple Villa, it was painted white on the outside, and made to look pretty... decorative Grecian pillars in front, obviously more plaster than marble, leading up to sweeping, red-cloth overhang that provided shade for the customers in front of the store; the shop itself was a flat rectangle of ivory brick, the pattern carefully designed to be eye-catching and attractive to passersby. Inside, of course, it was as cluttered as any other crap-store you came across, but to the Apple Villa people, appearances and cleanliness were everything.

Once the reptile reached the end of the corridor and the employee entrance, he turned the lock on the door, then snapped it to jam the lock permanently and hold the door shut. He then walked back out to the entrance, to where the dog was still laying but now seemed to be recovering his senses from the way he tried to shy back, but his body still refused to work; the reptile, however, wanted a more permanent means of holding the dog down.

His eyes settled on the cash register that was at the edge of the counter; there were three of them, but this one was not only closest, it was the largest... and the dog's legs were positioned right at the edge of the counter. So, without any ado or drama, the reptile reached forwards and shoved the clunky machine over the edge, causing it to fall and then land squarely on one of the canine's legs with the sick sound of crushing flesh and the snap of a bone cracking.

The lab was much louder; he screamed in agony, his back arching as his muscle control suddenly returned, and Zerrex snorted in quiet amusement at this, watching him writhe and shriek on the ground, trying to remove his leg from where it was pinned under the cash machine before he lashed a foot out as the dog turned his head to look down, unable to resist the opportunity it provided; as the canine twisted his head, the reptile's foot lashed outwards, and the result was a kick that collided perfectly with the chin of the canine and not only knocked him out cold, it shattered his lower jaw as well. For a moment, the dog fought against unconsciousness... but then he collapsed with a long groan of pain and the reptile went back to work.

The first thing he did was ransack the employee's lounge, overturning the table, shattering the chairs and overturning shelves: he even made a game of it, grinning as he whipped a chair into the wall to see how many pieces he could make it explode into: his best count was a dozen large pieces and who knew how many splinters and small chunks of wood. After he got bored of that, he decided to see what he could do to the table if he kicked it hard enough... and was pleased when it shattered into several large, pie shaped wedges.

Once he ran out of ways to amuse himself in the employee lounge, he went to the next room: a storage space filled with crates of stuff. The size of the space, however, suggested off-store warehousing... but that wasn't part of the job description, and thus no part of the reptile's concern. So instead, he simply picked up the crowbar that the employees probably used to open the stacks, and then proceeded to lever up the tops of a few boxes to peer at what was inside before he simply began to go through the piles of crates with hard blows from the crowbar and kicks from his combat-boot-clad feet, ruining piles of merchandise with every hard blow.

After that, the reptile took care of the bathrooms and janitorial closet; he kicked in the urns and poured various toxic chemicals all around the room before leaving and closing the door... then, still carrying the crowbar, the Drakkaren headed out to the front of the store and the dog, who was one more awake and moaning in pain, staring up at the reptile in horror before shrieking as Zerrex swung the crowbar down hard in front of his muzzle, rearing back and wetting himself as he grit his teeth, feeling bits and pieces of stone flooring pattering off his face and muzzle before opening his eyes and staring it horror at the gouge in the floor the reptile had dug with what seemed to be a nearly playful swing, the big lizard grinning down at him with darkness burning in his emerald eyes. "Hi there, pelt. I'm the Boss. And I've been paid well to come out here and... give you a message. Don't intrude on Comfort Town's few remaining businesses, or next time you die." He paused after delivering his little speech, then his grin became sadistic and his eyes filled with evil pleasure as he slowly stepped on the dog's body, then walked across him, digging his heels into his back and tracking wet and dirty prints down his jacket before making him scream in pain as the lizard took care to step down on his leg, twisting his heel violently and feeling the broken bones shift beneath it.

The joy it gave him was undeniable, as he stepped over the fallen cash register, then he began to take random swings with the crowbar, shattering merchandise and cracking shelves as he felt power rolling through his body, welling in his arms and chest and legs and even his crotch as the dog behind him moaned and scrabbled against the ground; he took a good five minutes to break up as much of the front of the store as he could and to knock the two other cash registers down, then he approached the dog once more and slammed the crowbar down into his back, aiming beside his spine and making him scream again as his eyes widened, hands clawing at the ground before he collapsed, sobbing harshly... and the ring he wore on one hand, gold and inset with a small ruby, caught the eye of the lizard as he studied his victim with all the avid interest of a cruel god-child with a magnifying glass sitting before an anthill.

The reptile watched the ring jitter with the convulsing of the dog's hand... then he suddenly brought the crowbar swishing up before smashing it hard downwards, blood and gory flesh-matter flying in all directions, spurting upwards in a stream as the canine's hand all but disintegrated from the raw force of the strike, the lab screaming and trying to roll onto his side, but only succeeding in tearing his leg more - immediately, he flopped back downwards, releasing another howl of agony as his body shook violently, his hand hanging uselessly as the other scrabbled weakly at the floor... and then he screamed, his eyes overspilling with tears, his body bucking as Zerrex stomped down on his wrist and shoved down with most of his mighty strength, twisting his heel at the same time... and with a horrible rending sound, the remains of the black lab's hand split from his wrist, which immediately began to spout blood as the canine let out a wounded howl before falling silent and still, fainting away into complete unconsciousness that was close to coma as the Drakkaren drew his foot back with a snort and a grin.

Then the reptile bent down, picking up the stub of hand and looking at it with what was almost thoughtfulness, ignoring the blood and ichors that spilled out onto his own hand as he stepped back from the crumpled body, examining the ring that was still upon the one finger with interest... and then reaching up with his other hand to carefully remove it. Once that was done, he tossed the piece of fleshy debris back near the collapsed dog and walked out of the shop, wiping his hands on the whitewashed walls and only pausing outside to raise one booted foot and kick in the expensive display window, then he smiled to himself and raised his newest trophy to watch it sparkle in the light, neither aware nor caring that he was leaving a trail of bloody footprints behind him or that his hands and sleeves were also spattered in the same substance, only whispering two words as he swiveled the ring back and forth in the fairly bright day's light: "Mission accomplished."

The moment those words were out of his muzzle, the reptile once more went from his single-minded job mode to taking into consideration where he was and the fact that his hands were covered in blood and soon enough there would be more than just a few people walking the streets. Fortunately, however, his next target was close by... and just a block or two up ahead, down these shining clean streets, was a fancy fountain where the reptile could give his hands a good rinse over.

Luck was on his side today... only a few cars passed and one or two pedestrians - on the other side of the street, however, careful to avoid the rumored boss of Comfort Town. He smiled to himself amusedly as he approached the ornate marble fountain, then he placed his hands into the gentle spray and let them wash the blood from his fingers before giving the ring a good once over as well, then drying that new trophy with his shirt before pocketing it. When he finished, the lizard turned up the street, musingly glancing at the familiar but not road signs and reacquainting himself with Apple Villa... he liked to avoid showing up here whenever possible, after all. This place was too white, too nice, too rich and too not-him for the reptile to ever be comfortable here.

Then he looked back and forth before heading to the south, down Carroll Street; he already had memorized the address and the few landmarks that had been written down in the letter, as was procedure for him: after all, he was definitely no salesman and if carrying an address around to have to look at was simply not kosher - it made it rather difficult to say it was a spur-of-the-moment robbery rather than a preplanned mercenary job, should he be halted by the police or other forces. But the chances of that happening were slim... it was more the fact that the reptile didn't like extra baggage of any sort on him, or carrying anything that could eventually be come to used against him should the police adopt clones of him or other nonsense like that and somehow restrain him long enough to take him to court.

Now, however, he was approaching the house; easily recognizable not because of the tall hedges and wrought-iron gates, but because of the busts of unevolved lions that sat upon the Greco-Roman pillars on either side of a massive, open steel gate with the letter "L" in gold metal against the front of each swinging door, to act as oversized vanity handles. The reptile looked at this with mild amusement, then he reached up and tore it easily off the two small steel posts it was welded to and walked in through the gate, then he shoved it closed behind him and first shoved the L through the less-fancy inner door handles, then he twisted with a grunt, bending the L into more of a V and sealing the gate shut from the inside.

He then turned and walked casually up the stone pathway towards the house, ascending a triple stair that led up to a short stone landing with a red carpet and a pair of mahogany doors, inset with the same designed L, but this time done in gold plating that was recessed into the wood. The reptile looked at this with mild disgust, his eyes roving up the front of the three-floor estate house before he simply rose a foot and struck the double-doors squarely in the middle, just below the handles, and sent both flying open, wood frames shattered - but no alarm went off, which was good. The reptile took the time to disable the system after going inside by reaching up and simply tearing the control panel beside the door off the wall.

There was a definite ruckus, though, but Zerrex had one goal now, back to his mission mode, as it were. He could hear feet running towards him, and so he tensed his body as he walked into the first wall, quickly taking in his surroundings; stairway leading upwards to the second floor in front of him and a hall beside that, an open archway leading into a room that looked like it was filled with antiques, everything done in expensive wallpaper and with pricey art hanging on the walls, carpet below. The reptile assessed his options... then he quickly sidestepped into the antiques room and was pleased to find that the only way in and out was through the archway.

He rested silently to the side of the arch closest to the stairs as he heard feet pounding down it, then a shared murmur with someone else as two people approached the wreckage of the doors - much like any animal, people were curious, and often too much so for their own good.

Zerrex could be completely silent when he wanted to be, as he was now; furthermore, he could kill with equal soundlessness, which he did now by simply reaching forwards as the apparent maid and butler passed, then he grabbed the back of their necks, squeezing and shoving their heads forwards at the same time.

There was a double pop as vertebrae snapped like twigs, and then Zerrex allowed them both to slump forwards as he bent down slightly, guiding them gently down against the ground as they both stared ahead, gazes listless and glazed before the reptile grabbed either one by the feet, then dragged them into the antiques room and shoved them into a dark corner, crumpling their bodies together like the useless piles of baggage they had now become.

Then he turned and left the room, deciding to first scour the ground floor... and although he discovered a variety of amusing objects - including a cavalier sword that he decided to take with him, carrying it by the ornamented sheath but pleased to know that the blade beneath was plain, cut steel - he found only one other servant, who he'd decided to interrogate before he disposed of her.

Moving quietly, but with his usual predestination in mind, Zerrex walked up behind her... then, before she could turn from her duties of washing the dishes, then reptile slipped the metal sheath of the plain sword against her neck, D-shaped hilt in one hand and the end of the metal case in the other, pulling it back against her throat hard enough to choke her as she let out a harsh breath that was probably supposed to be a scream, her legs bucking as her hands convulsed, sending up droplets of lukewarm water as she dropped a plate back into the sink, then reached soapy hands up to grab the metal sheath, tears coming to the feline's eyes as she struggled weakly, then halted as the reptile lowered his muzzle by the cat's hear, whispering: "If you keep fighting, you'll choke. And I'll rape you, in all three holes. And then I'll put this sword through the middle of your stomach, just to pin you to the floor before I do other nasty things to you."

It was more than sufficient to scare the cat into cooperating, so the reptile gave her simple instructions at first, just to see how well she could follow instructions: the first was to turn around.

She did so, looking up, her tawny fur made to look whiter than it was by the paleness of her features - except for the one brown spot around one eye and ear, her plain hazel eyes staring at him with obvious fright... and then she began to shiver harder as Zerrex drew the sword partway free from its sheath and placed the blade against the back of her neck, saying softly now: "You scream, or try to fight, or kick me in the balls or pull any other ridiculous stunts... including lying... and I'll paralyze you by cutting into the back of your neck and taking out part of your spinal cord. I can do it without killing you, and then I'll gag you and torture you. You won't like the variety of tortures I have at my disposal.

"Now, we're going to play a little game, alright? I'm going to ask you a question, and you're going to answer." His voice was almost gentle in its calmness, and his eyes locked with the cat, the combined forces of the weapon, his size and the force of his glare completely dominating her before he smiled, and it was frightening because it was a smile that turned his features into something almost attractive... "But I'll tell you what else. If you... say... put your hands up under my shirt and rub my chest... I'll take the sword away from the back of your neck and I'll even sheath it and put it down. I think that'd be a good start, don't you?"

The female cat trembled, then she managed to stutter: "Ye... yes..." before she slowly rose her hands, first pressing them against his chest and feeling the rock hard muscle under his shirt, then, with an air of fear and total submission, she slowly brought her hands down, then slipped them and quietly dragged them over the powerful abs and firm chest muscles of the plus-eight foot reptile... something she would have found both erotic and arousing at any other time, if the lizard hadn't been so fearsome and huge and threatening her life... but she thought he might be a coward anyway, someone who would just toy with her, say she wasn't doing good enough and hurt her with the sword he'd taken off the wall anyway...

But then she felt the blade withdraw, and Zerrex's smile broadened a bit as he carefully placed it on the counter beside the sink, putting it at an arm's length before holding his hands up; she paused for a moment, but all it took was a single look from him to get her hands working over his firm body again, tracing quietly over his scales and thick muscles hidden - but not very well - beneath his plain black t-shirt. Then he closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief, and she could feel his body loosening beneath her touch instead of tensing up, even as he rose his hands to lightly grasp her shoulders... but it was gentle, despite the fact he was a giant and obviously in control of the situation. After all, she didn't think she could even bring a knee up high enough to hit him in the balls, even if she wanted to... and then he surprised her by saying softly: "That's very nice... thank you. But on to business now... keep massaging, no, don't stop... please."

The last he added almost as an afterthought... or as if politeness had temporarily slipped his mind from the situation they were in. Then he dropped his gaze back down to lock eyes with her, and once more she was caught, unable to formulate any plans of escape or even think of anything other than what he wanted, do as he pleased, and she definitely couldn't lie as he asked: "How many servants are there in the household?"

"Five..." she said quietly, trembling a bit and feeling like she was betraying the family... but at the same time, those feelings were vague and indistinct, hazy and unimportant, under the gaze of the Drakkaren: furthermore, she found herself continuing to talk, even though that only made the reptile's job easier. "There are only four of us working today, though... Hazel has a newborn baby, and so she has maternity leave for a few weeks before they expect her to be back on staff... the Lyon family, that is. And Jerald is out at the family cottage until late tonight, mowing the lawn and setting it up for the Lyons, who are all here... I think Miss Suzy and Tim are doing work in their offices on the top floor, and master Robert is... he's somewhere on the second floor..." her face twitched at the last thing, then she tried to look down... but she couldn't break the gaze of those emerald eyes as she felt a bit of resentment boiling in her, suddenly directing all her dislike at the favored child of the Lyon family instead of the massive giant in front of her... and while her mind was at play, her mouth got running by itself and asked, before her brain could stop it: "Are you the Comfort Town Boss?"

Zerrex looked down at her with mild amusement, then he said softly: "Keep rubbing my chest."

The maid twitched a bit, then she realized her hands had indeed been slowing down more and more... so instead she quickly began to move again, feeling his muscles flexing lightly against her as he stepped closer, pushing her back against the counter now as his eyes stared down into hers... and then the reptile was reaching back and he pulled off his shirt, revealing his full masculine form as he stood before her... and now he closed his eyes, allowing hers to drift over his chest, and now she did find herself enticed despite herself at the size of his body, at the chiseled muscles that bulged against his scales, as her hands now broadened out to rub at his thick arms and over his shoulders before moving in to trace over his muscular breast and firm abdominals... and then he looked down at her and asked gently: "What's your name?"

"Mary. Mary Robertson." responded the feline quietly, looking at his chest... but then she was drawn back up to his eyes, trembling as she looked up at him. For a moment, they were both silent, then Zerrex handed her his shirt; she took it quietly in her hands, worrying the cloth as the reptile turned away and then walked off, deciding on impulse to not kill her and instead walking back towards the front staircase, simply leaving her staring after him the kitchen.

The shirtless reptile found his way through the quasi-maze of the house, then he headed up the stairs to the second floor... and from where he stood now, he could easily make out the sounds of what could only be an angry adolescent bad-temperedly playing some game with his action figures that would cause many of them to lose their limbs and plastic lives in quasi-wars.

He easily found his way down the plain - but obviously expensive - hardwood-floored halls to where the room of the baby of the household, Robert Lyon... who was the only child of the Lyon family and for definite good reason. When Zerrex stopped in the doorway, his eight and some feet looming dangerously - even slightly bent as he was so he didn't bump against the ceiling - what he got as his initial impression was a psychotic twelve year old in the initial stages of his development.

Despite the obvious name and the natural fallacy that occurred when thinking "Lyon," they were not actually lions; they were horses. And the child here promised to become a tall stallion, his body lithe now, clad in fake military camo wear and with a gun holster on the outside of his jacket, teeth set in a wide grin as he made machine noises through them and drove a miniature military assault tank back and forth over an army action figure, apparently in the process of grinding it slowly to dust under the metal wheels as he held up a cap gun that was only distinguishable from the real thing by the lack of a clip and the fact there was orange plastic hanging out of the fake loading chamber. He reminded Zerrex of some of the more psychotic grunts he'd done training with... the kill-kill-kill types in the military who were there just for the ability to shoot someone else - the pay was just a bonus. And then the reptile grinned as he realized that he was the same type himself.

Then the kid looked up, saw Zerrex... and instead of fear, he merely glared, then pointed the gun at him and snapped: "Where the fuck is my candy corn? It's nearly time for my fucking cartoons!"

The Drakkaren blinked slowly, nonplussed, then, before the child could curse at him anymore, he stepped forwards and lashed out a foot in a hard punt, catching the kid in the chest and sending him crashing backwards into a wall of the toy-infested room; immediately, a shelf collapsed on top of him, an avalanche of random junk that the reptile felt was some form of revenge from the room itself: more karma than his doing, in other words.

Then he turned and left the choking, gasping child his hands and hooves twitching against the floor, unconscious and struggling for rattling breath after rattling breath - hopefully his ribs wouldn't set properly, or some internal organs ruptured, and thus negate him as a future problem once he got older. He doubted anyone would be too sad at the loss of the foul-mouthed brat, anyway.

Now the reptile headed towards the stairs that would lead up to the third floor: they were a bit more difficult to find, and he felt mildly irritated that he had to actually go and hunt the parents down... but he had the feeling that their darling Robert caused more than one or two crashes in his days here at the Lyon mansion... so the reptile was left doing the hunting himself. Eventually, he discovered the stairs secreted behind what he thought was a closet door... which resulted in the usually calm and cold reptile muttering quietly under his breath: "Who the hell puts the stairs leading to the third floor in a freaking closet... especially in a goddamned mansion..."

He shook his head as he slowly ascended the staircase, then he found himself in a plain hallway with three doorways; one at the other end, and then a door to either side, these parallel doors in 'Hers' and 'His' colors, with one of the previous titles inscribed: what was probably thought 'cute,' by most, but what Zerrex just found to be more than a bit sickening. He made a face, then he slowly walked down the hallway, frowning a bit as he realized that his sharp hearing could pick up on the sounds of movement and the scratching of a pen... and when he reached up a hand to press against the wall, closing his eyes, he could tell that they were fairly thin by slowly, carefully exerting pressure with his hand flat against the surface.

He frowned and inwardly gave a sigh of frustration at this new event in the situation: it made things more complicated... and it also meant he'd have to silence and restrain the husband first before he got around to having fun with the wife... so, instead of letting himself think, he instead did what he did best: simply acted off instinct, walking quickly but stealthily to the 'His' door and going through, emerging into a bright, sunny office that was almost as cluttered as the Drakkaren's back home but with enough expanse that it seemed neat, and Timothy Lyon was either lost in his work or he ignored the intrusion.

It was a fatal mistake: a moment later, Zerrex was behind him, one arm wrapped around his throat and the other around his head to keep his mouth shut, dragging him backwards in his fancy leather chair, the loudest noise being the wheels rolling against the floor through the entire event as the chubby stallion was effectively silenced, his hooves kicking nothing but air and his body unable to even flop in the chair, hands trying to pry the lizard's arms out from under his throat... if he'd shoved back on the chair, then perhaps he would have become troublesome and put the reptile on the edge of his balancing abilities, but instead he'd gone for the instinct reaction... and a few moments later, he slumped, knocked out from lack of oxygen as Zerrex quickly stepped around the horse, then approached the desk and looked over it before picking up the tape dispenser that sat upon the black-varnished surface, then he turned back and quickly taped the horse's wrists to the chair and his ankles together, before applying another roll around his mouth.

He used up the entire roll restraining the equine - it wouldn't pay to have him breaking free, after all, and even though tape was surprisingly difficult to break free from, this stuff was crappy scotch tape, nowhere near as strong as masking or duct tape. But with enough applications as the reptile had done, it stuck... and the most he had to worry about was the horse eventually pulling free, but that would take at least a few minutes... and the only reason he'd done this was to make sure he didn't wander off while Zerrex was busy taking care of his wife.

The reptile slipped out of the room, then he opened the 'Her' door and walked in casually, strolling over to the female, white-haired mare that sat in the chair - she was tall, and had obviously been given a lot of her beauty through plastic surgery as she spun to face the reptile... but Zerrex grinned as his eyes roved over her suited body as she opened her mouth to scream. Plastic or not... it's still fun to touch.

She screamed then... but it was useless and they both knew it, so then she attempted to run - of course, the only entrance in and out of the place was behind the reptile, so she had to get past him... which, of course, she failed to do.

Zerrex would have preferred the husband in the room... but as he slammed her back into the table, making her shriek in agony as her spine bent to an extreme, he figured this would do. He pounced atop her, almost playfully shoving her back and bending her down onto the table, her legs on either side of him... and then he reached down, ripping off her pants and tearing her shirt and bra beneath in one fell motion as his jaws descended to snap down on her neck, feeling primal, powerful as one hand fumbled at his pants...

He tore down his fly, digging his teeth into her neck and making her shriek as she bucked up against him, but the effect was only to increase his arousal as he felt her rub against his large, half-erect member through his boxers, which he quickly shoved down with his pants to his knees as he tasted blood in his muzzle and heard her scream again, felt her hands beating against his muscular chest and shoulders, then grabbing his hair and yanking on it, trying to pull his head away, to at least remove his jaws from her neck...

But all it did was make the reptile snarl as he felt his hair being viciously yanked, so instead he brought the hand that had been grasping his quickly-coming-to-erection cock and slammed it down into her stomach, making her gag and shudder as the fingers of his other hand dug into her hip, blood flowing down his fingers before he snarled and tore, drawing his jaws back and ripping a long gash in the junction between shoulder and throat and sending a thick burst of blood down onto the desk, as she shuddered and gave a breathless scream again, rocking back against the table as her hands clutched at his shoulders uselessly and she struggled for breath.

A moment later, he uncurled his fist and reached back down to grab his enormous cock, drawing his hips back as he snarled, licking her blood from his muzzle as his eyes flashed violently. I'll get a better screw later... I have to make this fast.

Then he rammed his hips forwards, the head of his cock mashing into the entrance to her vagina before the huge, thick rod of flesh forced forwards, immense member ripping into her vagina in a straight, single thrust and stretching her wide, making her scream out the breath she'd finally managed to take as her hands clawed his thick shoulders, legs spasming and hooves kicking beside the reptile as she felt him bury more than half his immense length into her.

He shoved forwards again, snarling, his muscles bulging and flexing powerfully as he forced his hips forwards as hard as he could, hilting himself into her with the mighty force of his thrust and sending out another gout of blood from her vagina to burst down his member before he jerked his hips back and then rammed into him again, beginning a violent thrusting in and out of her that made the horse feel like she was being torn apart, as she bucked against the table and gave another scream that ripped her throat raw.

Zerrex's fingers dug deeper into her hip, sending down little rivulets of blood as his other moved from her shoulder to grab a breast, squeezing it hard and pushing his palm down against her firm mound to work it in his hand as he moved his enormous penis in and out of her vagina with violent force. He felt himself stretching and tearing her as he thrusted powerfully, digging deep into the horse before pulling back and slamming home to hilt himself again, testicles slamming into her anus and causing small bursts of pain that were lost in the larger agony filling her up, as Zerrex leaned over her and voiced violent, animal grunts, not holding himself back as his claws dug into her breast.

She shrieked, her hands reaching down to push on his thick, broad chest, uselessly shoving at his hard-as-steel, muscular form. He merely grinned at this, his eyes burning with demonic lust as she brought her head up to stare at him with terror shining out of her own irises. It only acted to feed his lust, his dark passions, as he gazed dominating down into her eyes, the sound of his cock ripping her apart as it penetrated her vagina again and again with its full length before he stood straight, his hands seizing her hips as he began to thrust faster and harder, snarling as he watched her breasts jiggle and bounce, one of them gashed and bloody as she shook her head from side to side, shrieking in agony and staring in horror at the giant that was so mercilessly raping her.

His thick cock tore in and out of her passage with rising rapidity, the obsidian cock stained with blood that was coming in a steady gush out of her damaged vagina before the reptile let out a harsh, growling snarl as he felt himself finally stiffening up inside of her, his rapid workings finally bringing him to the wanted point without wasting too much time, as he dug his fingers into her hips before beginning to slam himself to the hilt with enough force to make her spasm and scream every time, the unfortunate horse grabbing and clawing at the desk with her fingers, unable to do anything else as her legs bucked and kicked on either side of him. Blood squelched out, staining his testicles, cock, her groin, and everything else as droplets of it splattered in a wide radius with every shove of the giant obsidian penis, and the added warmth of her life fluids only added to his pleasure, making him growl and release more snarls and sounds of feral, dark bliss as his enormous shaft stiffened within her.

He felt his orgasm rising rapidly, his testicles and penis burning with pleasure and arousal before he began to work himself even faster, leaning over her as his muscles bulged further against his tight hide of scales before he snarled and reached his hands up from her hips to slam down on her shoulders, shoving her into the desk with enough force to splinter the wood before he felt his stiffening penis become steel hard within her and then begin to release thick bursts of his hot reptilian load.

His seed poured into her as she screamed and grabbed at his arms, spasming and legs kicking uselessly beside him, arching her back as her breasts bounced furiously with the thrusting of the Drakkaren, shrieking incomprehensibly as she was filled up with seeming gallons of thick semen, the liquids pouring from her vagina now both white and red as his load gushed into her in burst after burst before he finally began to slow and she slumped against the desk, only able to cry and moan now, exhausted from the fast but hard and violent rape of the reptile as he grinned violently down at her, flexing his muscles but not so much as short on breath as he rotated his hips, revolving his massive cock in her just so he could hear her shriek in agony again as he pushed to the hilt one last time.

He made it fast; he knew he didn't have too much time to waste, but he made her scream loudly and bleed, and that was what counted. When he finally pulled out, she was crying and broken, laying flat on her back with blood spilling from her torn crotch and the wounds he'd left on her body, from her broken nose and mouth, and then he reached down and grabbed her - naked now but for the torn arms of what had been a suit jacket - and flung her violently to the side, sending her crashing into a pile of shelves, then she fell and lay on the ground amidst a pile of papers, with her legs trembling and twitching, moaning incoherently as she scrabbled weakly at the ground... and then Zerrex walked over to her and kicked her hard in the gut, snarling. She shrieked again, curling up, and then his foot descended on her kidney as he growled under his breath: "Orphans. Children. I was informed of exactly what kind of slave trade you were running with your husband, in a job request. I'm going to go take care of him now..." he paused, then reached down to tuck himself back into his boxers and do up his pants before he looked down at her, then he bent and reached down, grabbing the silver crucifix she wore around her neck and he pulled, snapping the ornamented gold chain she wore it on before he tucked it into his pocket wordlessly, then he delivered one final kick to her stomach before turning away and leaving her laying in a spreading puddle of blood, moaning in pain and near-death from the savage rape and follow-up beating of the Drakkaren.

Zerrex now walked across to the other room... and then he laughed quietly, eyes narrowing as he saw not fury but fear in the eyes of the stallion as he tried to push himself way from the reptile, one hand free... but he'd gotten the tape in the other all twisted up and around somehow, so he couldn't simply pull that one loose... and he continued to fumble at it, squealing through his taped-shut muzzle as he tried to move his jaws but failed, trembling violently as he stared at the Drakkaren with total terror and little more. There was no worry in his eyes for his son or wife, and not even any vengeful anger, despite the fact he had to have heard his wife screaming for mercy as he raped her... no, like most of the rich and posh inhabitants of Apple Villa, everything came down to the 'me complex.'

The reptile smiled slowly as he entered the room, eyes narrowing... then he stepped forwards, cocking a fist back and then smashing it into the chest of the horse. The equine sailed backwards from the force of the blow, wheels of his chair squeaking over the floor before it toppled backwards from the momentum and spilled the horse out, the tape finally tearing as his body flipped and crashed awkwardly into the shelves, sending down a spill of loose books and papers onto the master of the household.

He spilled from his half-bent position against the shelves to fall onto his side with a meaty thump, then, trembling the horse slowly forced himself to sit up against the shelf - and immediately Zerrex brought a foot up and shoved it down into his shoulder, holding him there as the equine looked up at him with eyes that rolled in their sockets, like a wild animal that had been caught in a trap. He tried to speak, and Zerrex reached a hand down and slapped him hard enough across the face to knock a good chunk of the tape curling up his muzzle. Timothy Lyon let out a long whimper, then he stared up into Zerrex's eyes, quaking in fear at the cold hatred in those emerald eyes as the reptile squatted down and leaned forwards a bit, causing him to shrink back as much as possible, feeling that one foot still pressing against his shoulder and binding him back against the wall.

The reptile narrowed his eyes at the equine, then he put one arm over his knee, keeping his cold smile on his features as he said softly: "I was given a job to take care of you, under the heading of political malpractice. The client stated that they're usually a pacifist... but for you, who's been installing a child-labor force around the city, they said they'd make an exception.

"Yes, I'm your worst nightmare come to life... I'm the incarnation of Hell in a thousand different ways." Zerrex's voice was calm, callous, and with vague hints of dark pleasure and entertainment as he leaned a bit closer to the horse, who was now whimpering harder as he felt the reptile's foot shove down a bit harder into his shoulder, causing the bone to bend painfully as the reptile continued to speak slowly: "And I like to think of myself as a harbinger of doom in the more literal sense of the word. Think of me as a living form of your karma, since I don't believe in God... or I suppose you could also call me a devil, since I'm living proof that such a thing as Hell exists."

He paused, then he stood straight, looking down at the horse dominatingly with his arms crossed, face twisting in a contemptible smile that was almost a smirk, his eyes dancing with an emotion that could only be called sadistic justice, and then he reached down and hauled the horse up to his hooves by the neck, the hands of the equine scrabbling at his wrists... and then Zerrex slammed him back into the shelf, making his eyes widen as he whimpered, and the reptile leaned forwards, whispering quietly: "I'm not supposed to kill you. So I'll tell you this now; you're going to forget everything that happened here. You're going to tell the police that... that the only thing that happened, was that your past caught up to you, if anything at all." He paused, then added: "And here's a bit of incentive."

The Drakkaren let the horse drop to his hooves, and then he swung one fist underarm and up into the gut of the equine, knocking him back into the shelves with enough force to rattle the wood structure... and then the reptile caught him across the face with a powerful hook, hard enough to crack the cheekbone of the horse and making him shriek before his other hand struck violently upwards in a rising thrust palm, knocking his head back against the wood shelf and cracking the flat wooden board directly behind his skull before he gagged and fell to his knees as the reptile slammed another fist into his gut, his legs giving out as he hacked and gagged, body shaking as Zerrex stepped to the side and made a disgusted face as the equine vomited.

Then the reptile brought up a foot, switching quickly to axle against his other foot as he slammed his toe into the head of the stallion, knocking him flat on his side and shattering his jawbone, sending him down into shades of gray for a moment... before the reptile then stomped a foot down onto his head, cracking his skull and bringing him back to full consciousness as he let out a moan of agony.

But that was all the reptile did, turning away with a snort as he headed out into the hallway, then down the stairs, retracing his way back to the ground floor... before he stopped and then turned to find his way back to the kitchens.

He stopped in the doorway leading in, standing silently, his emerald eyes gazing at Mary... the cat stood there, as if he'd never left, still holding his shirt, still worrying the cloth as she stared at him... and then he made the slightest of jerks with his head towards her before turning around and walking away, but striding slowly... and finding himself completely unsurprised but faintly appeased as he heard the feline stride quickly up behind him and follow him out as he worked his way back through the ground floor and to move out of the building.

Zerrex walked out of the mansion, followed closely by the feline in the maid's uniform; even when he reached the gate, he didn't pause to look around, merely reached down and tore the bent metal L from the handles. Then he glanced down at himself, faint smears of blood on his hands and just above his waistline, before he finally turned to Mary and held out his hand silently for his shirt.

She gave it to him gladly, not knowing why she was doing as she was, following him in total submission like this... but, after he put on his shirt, all he had to do was look down into her eyes and she knew what he wanted... and so she stepped closer as he rose an arm, feeling it dropping around her shoulders as he opened the gate and the two walked out together onto the city block.

The feline trembled a bit, in a combination of shock, fear and even strange anticipation; she was still a virgin, after all, and some of her closest contact ever with a male had been with the giant beside her, whose side she was currently leaning heavily against as the walked, one muscular, thick arm around her. She had no idea where they were going... she knew he wanted to just use her for sex and then she might very well die - if the size of the reptile didn't kill her, she'd heard frightening stories about the Boss of Comfort Town - and as they walked down the now more-populated streets of Apple Villa, she was coming to realize that being seen like this was more than controversial: she could never work here again. With that thought in mind, she began to cry... but at the same time, instead of hugging herself, her traitor arms moved to embrace the reptile beside her even as they continued to walk.

Zerrex didn't pause or slow, or so much as look at her; instead, he simply asked: "What is it?" with the barest trace of emotion in his voice: he sounded almost impartial, totally uncaring... but he'd still asked, and so Mary immediately found herself blubbering out her entire mind to him.

"You... you're so big and I know you just... you're gonna fuck me, maybe it'll be rape, I don't know if it is or not because I'm here going with you there... you're so huge but silent and I don't know what I'm doing with you and you're probably going to kill me and if you don't it doesn't matter, because I'm never going to be able to work or live here again, everyone is staring, glaring at me, they're all scared of you and hate you..." Mary pushed her face against the reptile, crying harder now and hugging his muscular waist tightly, and then he stopped and she felt his hands reach up to grasp her shoulders, and she found herself looking up into those calm, cold emerald eyes again...

The Drakkaren looked down at her, then he shrugged before reaching down and slipping one arm beneath her legs and the other down her back a bit, then he lifted her up with all the ease of a child with a doll and began to walk, holding her in his arms, and she immediately reached up to grasp him tightly around the neck, her body trembling and eyes closing as her head bowed forwards, tears still streaming from her features... before they snapped open and she stared up at Zerrex as he said plainly: "You can live with me for a while. We'll go get your things now from wherever you live right now. I can get you another job. We're going back to my place, and you can be my slave and then we'll have sex, and you'll clean up the mess and then continue to do whatever I please... but I will pay you for the work, although not the sex." His plain, calm voice halted for a moment as he continued to walk on in silence, past the fountain and now moving in the opposite direction, away from both of the jobs he had completed as he crossed the street carelessly - but the few cars that were moving down the street immediately halted and didn't so much as honk their horns at the fearsome reptile.

His voice wasn't cold, but it did lack a degree of caring... and although Mary knew she should probably be scared or insulted...she merely nodded, whispered a 'thank you' and curled tighter against the lizard's chest, feeling herself giving in to the much-more dominating and powerful creature. The force of the reptile's will was frighteningly strong... and he definitely seemed to not only know what he wanted, but how exactly he could get it... and Mary felt she simply couldn't contend to a will that strong, that they were at entirely different levels. Zerrex, after all, had defeated her with merely a look... and she, on the other hand, couldn't even deal with the other servants back... back at what was now just a former job site.

She trembled quietly in his arms, then stared at what was known around town as the Black Horse: the giant, armored motorcycle the reptile drove, shaped and streamlined somewhat like a police bike but painted a gleaming obsidian, the metal plates covering it definitely some sort of thick armor, with a large, glass visor in front that was said to be bulletproof glass... and all of it customized to fit the giant reptile, not someone small like her. But, as she was about to meekly voice her nervousness about what she thought her intended seating position would be, Zerrex merely shifted her against his chest, then straddled the seat and adjusted her against his lap, letting her sit in front and against him as he leaned back a bit, then the two looked at one another and the reptile nodded: Mary simply nodded back, then pressed tight against his chest before she felt him nudge her chin up.

Once more, she found herself looking into his emerald eyes as he tilted his head, silent but inquisitive, and she caught onto the question at once. She found herself almost willing to crack a smile at the silent but very workable way the reptile had of getting information, but then she pressed back against his chest, feeling the muscles below it as her arms tightened around his neck, holding close to him as she said softly into his masculine breast: "It's down this street, away from the Lyon's estate house... and then three blocks up Bloomsdale, to your right, I mean... it's the Winter Ville Apartment Complex..."

She felt Zerrex nod above her, then heard the engine of the motorcycle purr into life before they were off. Despite the fact the feline knew it was a short ride, she still hated motorcycles from the few times she'd been on them... but as she was, clinging to the reptile's chest, pressed tight against the massive, muscular male... she felt strangely comfortable, curled against the Boss, who she knew to be a sadistic killer but found... she didn't even care right now.

No, wait, it wasn't that she didn't care... it was... that it didn't matter. There was a thin but crucial line there... but it made all the difference in the world, especially to her. In fact, it made it scarier and worse somehow - perhaps because with not caring, it was only because of shock, or the fact he was so powerful and dominating, or the fact that it really was the Boss and from everything she'd heard... you didn't say 'no' to the Boss, no matter what the circumstances or what he wanted you to do.

But for her, it didn't matter. It just didn't matter that he was the Boss, nor did it matter that she was being compelled by the sheer dominating force he gave off. She had no fear of him right now - just of what he could do and what was probably coming for her. Even then, for whatever reason she found she wasn't attributing that to the giant reptile but just herself... it didn't make sense, no, but that was the truth.

In some deep part of her, she wanted this. The idea of becoming his slave for however long, it didn't bring the disgust she thought she should feel, nor the fear or even any sort of dislike for the reptile. It was employment after all, right? And... and she knew she was going to be... raped. No matter what, he was going to sexually... rape her.

She realized as well that she was clinging to the word 'rape,' that she was trying to avoid the barest bit of acceptance in her mind about submitting even sexually to the reptile, who she clung to so eagerly, who had probably killed everyone in the Lyon household, who had raped and savaged countless others, who was treated with a more infamous air than the boogeyman in Apple Villa even by the children... she didn't have some insane urge to... to sleep with him, did she? She wasn't infatuated with him because he was a badass, because he was sexually attractive with his sheer size, because he had muscle and his eyes were... so...

But then they were pulling up to the curb outside of her apartment, and she looked up immediately as Zerrex spoke in his calm, somewhat dry tone: "Let's go up to your apartment, then, and get your stuff. Do you have any friends who can drive it over to my house? Or rather, who would be willing enough to?"

"There's... Daniel, I guess..." Mary said, then immediately regretted it as she added lamely: "But um. He um. Might be at work and... um... stuff."

"He'll work." Zerrex said disinterestedly, then he got off of the motorcycle, holding her against him lightly still as people passing by stared, then he gently set her on her feet - Mary felt stung at the way they crossed the street, just to avoid coming in contact with her... and then she realized that they were only crossing because of him, not her at all. And suddenly there was sympathy there as she looked up at the cold reptile, who had his arms crossed and looked unfettered by it all, from the glares he received from the windows and the way people crossed the street, even tried to pull their cars into the other lane to avoid him...

That, coupled with the variety of feelings that she was starting to sort through, made her even more hesitant to call Daniel. A former boyfriend who would always do anything for her... but then she'd forgotten that was what he said, and whenever he did do something, he always expected more in return. She'd dumped him... well... because he'd demanded sex from her and was always trying to grope her, which she'd felt more than uncomfortable with... she hadn't wanted to 'make love' until she was married, and once she found the 'perfect person' for herself... and now here she was, standing here with the person who had calmly told her that she was coming to live with him, be his slave, and that he was going to rape her. Trying to argue against bringing over her old, super-protective boyfriend... the one who had a shotgun in the truck and probably a handgun on him most of the time, to get him to bring the few belongings she had over to the home of the giant.

Daniel would be angry, no matter what she said... and furthermore, once he found out it was none other than the Boss of Comfort Town, he'd be in a complete fit. Maybe he wouldn't be enraged, in reality, but the show of anger was always how Danny had dealt with things, and that had never changed. He liked to yell, stomp his feet, and he felt that he was entitled to everything... a tragic hero personality if there ever was one. And perhaps that was part of the reason she was so attracted... rather, she didn't mind Zerrex's presence. He was silent... and from what she could see, he was both strong and dominating in a way that... made her feel... protected...

She looked up at Zerrex, trembling a bit, on the verge of asking the strangest and only important question in her mind, when he merely looked down at her and something in his face softened before he said quietly: "I know." Then he paused, and tilted his head. "Oh, and I can't drive a car. Otherwise I'd take one of these. So let's go up to your apartment and gather up the things you need, and have your friend pick them up and we'll go back to my home. There will be no unnecessary altercations."

Mary continued to look up at him, then she glanced down before suddenly lying, mouth working on its own: "I feel weak..."

"You don't, but yes, I'll carry you." Zerrex responded placidly, and the feline immediately flushed dark scarlet. She started to resist or apologize, but a single glance from the reptile told her it was unnecessary and she allowed herself to be lifted and cradled in the crook of one arm, feeling like a giant baby... but also strangely warm, as Zerrex walked towards the entrance of the apartment complex... and cranked his head off the hanging sign in front, wincing and then ducking as Mary looked up at him with immediate concern instead of any other emotion firsthand.

"Are you okay?" she asked, then reached up to gently touch the Drakkaren's forehead, then blinking in surprise when he reared back a bit; not in disgust or pain, but perhaps from his own surprise, then he turned his head down to look at her and... smiled. And it made the cat feel strangely... nice inside, and wonder at the way it transformed those brutally-cold features, warming his eyes and making him look younger, less cruel.

"I'm fine." Zerrex replied quietly, then added after a moment: "Thank you." Then he turned his gaze back to the doorway, carefully stooping down to squeeze through, and approached the stairwell as Mary reached a hand down to check her pockets for her keys, making sure they were there, then pulling them out to hold up the stairwell key as Zerrex approached the security door that barred access to the stairs leading up.

Zerrex paused in front of the door, then bent forwards and held his arm out carefully, allowing her to balance on it but stooping low enough she could unlock the door without trouble; it made her smile and even giggle a little bit at the situation, as crazy as it was, especially after seeing the staring lobby clerk... that just made her giggle harder. Then they were through, and she was directing him to her room with all the ease and grace as if she was guiding him to drop her off after a date, not to... take her possessions and bring her to his home to rape and possibly kill her.

The last thought bore no malice now, though... and as he gently set her down to have her unlock the door into her apartment, she looked up at him and couldn't help but wonder what she thought of her body... imperfect as it was, despite the fact she had alright-sized breasts. She was thin but not lithe like the girls in the magazines... she didn't have limbs that were really sleek and elegant, more muscular than anything else... and she certainly wasn't beautiful. But Zerrex wanted her, and he didn't treat her like a cunt to be fucked or a sack of flesh... when he deigned to speak to her - and she could somewhat understand his lack of liking to talk - he never stared at her cleavage, and when he'd carried her, he hadn't groped her or tried to get his hand under her skirt or anything like that...

Then they were walking into the apartment, Zerrex quietly closing the door behind them, and for a moment Mary expected him to lunge at her and rape her right there, her body tensing up... but then he merely walked past, glancing around as he commented in his calm tone: "I've never seen the inside of these apartments. I like what you've done with it."

At this, the feline blushed a bit, then smiled at the reptile's back as he walked over to her small couch... but he didn't sit, he merely peered around the mostly-empty room, looking decidedly interested at the various sketches on the wall. "I like to draw a bit and... you know, stuff like that..." she said lamely, as Zerrex leaned in close, then he looked at her and she found herself surprised by his following words.

"I love art... this is charcoal, and you've been using your bare hands instead of a rag or pen to smear it, haven't you?" he tilted his head inquisitively, then smiled a bit as she blinked and stared at him. "Looks like you're modeling off of Lowe's style of art, too... and there's emotion in your work." He paused as he glanced over one picture, what was supposed to look like a complex series of lines to most, then he turned back to her and said softly: "Even though most of these are self-portraits."

Mary started again, staring at the reptile who had so easily seen through her designs... then she coughed and smiled a bit before pointing at one of the sketches on the wall to the reptile's right. "That one's a flower, though."

"That it is." The reptile agreed softly, then he glanced the room once more before gesturing at her with one hand. "Where's your room? I'll pack your things for you while you phone your friend."

Normally she'd bristle at such - after all, what she'd want to pack would be her personal belongings... clothes, money, art books, and maybe a few other things of hers. And the last thing she wanted was some strange male sorting through her underwear and... other things. But the very casualness of the reptile's voice and the impartial look in his eyes - calm, but obviously disinterested in anything so vulgar as a panty raid - told her that all she'd need to do was tell him what she wanted in general, and he'd get what she really needed and leave behind the junk she wouldn't miss.

So instead she merely nodded meekly, but before she could open her mouth he was gone, already searching out her bedroom as if he'd been here a thousand times before. That left her standing quietly in the living room by herself, looking after him, then glancing at the doorway... knowing she could escape... but then merely turning quietly around and heading to the couch, plopping down in it with a sigh and reaching over the arm of the couch to grab the portable phone off the small round table that sat beside it.

She sat back, then reached down to dial Danny's cell phone, hoping that he'd have it turned off... but no, he picked up on the second ring with a somewhat chilly: "Hello, Mare. Been a while since you called me last."

Oh, does he have to be a child now, of all times... "Hi Danny... I'm sorry about that." She said lamely, then closed her eyes as he spat and snorted... but she could tell even over the phone that he was already more complacent. "I'm just in need of a big favor, Dan... I... have to move out of Apple Villa for a little while. It's... it's really complicated. Could you come over here, so we could talk about it?" Or so you can get scared into doing something for me for once? some previously silent, nasty part of her mind added, and she had to stifle both a gasp and a giggle at her own sudden... meanness.

"What's up?" Danny asked immediately, and from his tone he was attempting concern but it was more bridging on a mix of frustration and sympathy. She remained silent... then he sighed and muttered under his breath before saying in a tired, strained voice - which would be funny, him, strained, when all he did was work a three-day a week job - that he'd be right over. "Just... don't tell me when I get there you've gotten into anything stupid, babe. I love you, you know that."

No, you love my tits, thought that nasty part of Mary, and she firmly clamped her jaws shut until she heard Danny hang up the phone; after that, she let herself giggle, hitting the off button on the portable and dropping it beside her so she could reach up and cover her muzzle with both hands, rocking back and forth on the couch and just... laughing her quasi-hysterical laughter at the situation and the nasty side of her it had brought out before she finally calmed... then she got to her feet, walking slowly over to her bedroom and wiping the tears that had welled up in her eyes from her little laughing fit.

Zerrex had already packed one of her suitcases; he'd dug two out of the closest for her, but had left it open - she couldn't help but noticed his strange neatness in packing, how he'd refolded some of her clothes and sorted the items he'd placed in the larger of the two suitcases... then he stepped back from the other one and she noticed the same arrangement: clothing in an L, other items in one corner. And she blushed as he she saw he'd managed to get everything of major value to her into them both without even having told him... except for the battered book she kept high up on one shelf. She walked past the reptile as he looked at her silently, then she pulled the first edition of the book of poetry down before tossing that into one of the suitcases.

It landed on the pile of clothing, putting a bit of chaos into the otherwise perfect order... and for a moment Mary thought she saw Zerrex's features tighten before she realized, when he turned to her, that it was with amusement and not displeasure. That made her smile back, and then she nodded quietly, just feeling that this management was... right, somehow. Then he glanced around the room and asked her gently: "Is your friend coming? If so, I'll let you pack the other suitcase and if his vehicle is large enough, you can add some furniture as well. You don't plan on coming back here after all, do you?"

For a moment, Mary only looked at him as the full force of his words hit her... she would probably never return to Apple Villa, and she'd never see this place again... but after swallowing her initial pain at the thought... she came to realize that there was otherwise very little regret at the thought. Even if she was cursed now to live in Comfort Town, the other half of Baskin's Grove that sometimes seemed like an inhospitable, alien nation, and even if she was going from maid to slave... well, that wouldn't be a change, would it? Maid, after all, was just a nicer word for the enslaved person you had around the house who was forced to do whatever chores there were... certainly the Lyons hadn't treated her like a person, or even paid her all that well...

She looked up at Zerrex quietly... then nodded slowly and said softly: "I know. I'm... looking forwards to it." And with that, she turned to go get the other suitcase as the Drakkaren watched her with newfound interest.