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The next morning Sascha was woken up by the sensation of paws brushing along his body once again. His feline master sat next to him, tracing over the dragonfly that accentuated his crotch, eyes following the gemmed lines of his inner hips to gaze over his exposed package. When the mongkat startled and tried to move around, he felt the chains through his cuffs keeping his limbs still and his head resting on his pillow. Attempting to speak out in protest was met with hard rubber in between his jaws, leaving him to only squeal. Dreskel paid him no mind, simply brushing over his lower belly as his slave's erection began to stir.

"I will be heading out a little bit past sunrise, Insect, but there's still time to enjoy each other's company beforehand. There are a few books on the desk you can pass the time with once I leave, though I'm aware that means I can't leave you fully chained on the bed. I'll discuss that with you a bit later, but for now..."

Dreskel continued to roam along Insect's lower abdomen and womb. The dragonfly design was sharp and alluring in all the best ways, even inviting fantasies into his twisted mind of his slave being sexually dominated by one. A cazador or radscorpion would fill the mongkat's guts like a sheath, laying dozens of eggs inside of him to incubate for weeks. Just the image in his mind made his shaft throb in delight; perhaps he'd look into facilitating such an event sometime. It would, after all, be a pretty worthwhile way for his slave to pay him back. Far as he saw, it wasn't just food, water, rescue, and shelter he had provided. He also planned on training the creature on how to not only survive in the wild, rather yet excel within its rules.

That would come at a hefty price, however, but it wasn't one his pet was remotely ready for now. Breaking him so suddenly would destroy his will to endure, and the cheetah definitely wanted him to live on. Currently, he was enjoying objectifying such a helpless critter. The mongkat's limbs had only a few inches of slack in the chains to adjust and move, and the gag kept his jaws open and ready to receive whatever entered. Even the ring snugly gripping his ballsac had a steel rope secured to the bed to keep it taut. All Sascha could do was stare down in horror.

"I added a little extra punch to your share of whiskey last night to help keep you knocked out while I rigged ya up. Don't get too concerned, as most of this will come back off once I let you go from the bed. For now, I'm loving this view, so why don't we get...a little more friendly?"

Insect didn't have any choice in the matter, the critter's gorgeous body strapped immobile against the sheets. The mattress underneath was actually more comfortable than the cot the cheetah used, and provided better shelter from the elements, but his sex slave deserved such luxuries. As he'd told him before, he didn't plan on making his life or forced occupation any harder than it needed to be, and it wasn't like the mongkat had given him any reason yet to teach him a hard lesson. Leering down at him, the wildcat scavenger relished in his catch, fantasy after fantasy swirling around through his twisted mind like toilet water.

For now though, the wildcat stepped in between the chained slave's splayed legs. He traced the silverfish tattoos up from their slug-like ends at his ankles, caressing the tight calf and shin muscles as he made his way up. Five emerald studs, much like those on his torso, lined up the middle of each calf, enticing the feline captor - nay, owner, to dig into the sinew under the fur and skin, pressing each jewel more deeply into the slave's tissue as he toyed with Insect's body and mind. There were matching gems along his forearms, but the cheetah just rubbed and groped along Insect's legs for now.

His digits arced over the outlines of the silverfish, looking down at the male's open and adorned package. Whoever had been running that vault hadn't missed a detail. Half a dozen hoops gripped through the mongkat's sheath, spaced perfectly around like a six-pointed star pressing into what was now a very hard, eight inch long, dark purple cock. The outlines of the sounding rod, a tool the cheetah had found was irremovable, pressed rib like ridges along the underside of his tool, stretching out his urethra enough to show its shape under the flesh. Seven brass barbells scaled the dorsal half of his length, enticing the wildcat to tease over the lewd ladder. And a copper ring, half an inch thick, and riddled with emerald green studs, gripped his scrotum, keeping his balls tightly pulled down between his cuffed limbs.

"You're unbelievable, slave. Simply resplendently whorish!"

Dreskel's claws softly teased around the mantids, those bugs crawling up the outside of his hips, their raptorial claws hitching directly over and under the mongkat's lowest pair of nipples. The dragonfly spread perfectly over his womb, a term the cheetah had decided to call it, as it would later serve as one for egg incubation for his nightstalker. Perhaps some giant insects too, if he could ensure Insect's safety during the process. No doubt the creature under him would learn to loathe and despise his master's every waking breath, but the wildcat would relish in the fact that his bitch wouldn't be able to do anything to refuse it. Given enough time and influence, he might even grow to like being used in such a degrading capacity.

Short breaths rushed out from Sascha's lips as the wildcat above him played over his body. His own eyes could catch glimpses of the cheetah's own tool, eagerly throbbing, even drooling precum, as the molestation of his legs and groin continued. There was a sadistic hunger in his eyes, and a desperate lust in his loins. The mongkat couldn't convince himself of any reality other than being penetrated and rutted by his master, in fact, no other fate felt reasonable given the circumstances and advances being made. He just hoped it would at least feel good as he'd never had anything up his rear end before. Though he also expected he'd hate it as a form of spite towards his captor who'd just traded his miserable fate in the vault for a distinctly different, yet still dreadfully demeaning destiny.

Sascha tensed and moaned out through his stretched jaws when his master stroked his tongue along the length of his engorged cock. The need to empty his bladder had reached a feverish pitch, but the sudden surge of arousal had temporarily muted that demand as burgeoning desire began to overwhelm him. Another brush over his member laced out a few dribbles of mongkat precum, the cheetah momentarily leaning forwards to spill a thick plaster of spit over his balls. He squirmed underneath as paw pads began to tease over his cock, squeezing out several more strands of translucent fluid before leaning down to softly kiss his trapped scrotum a few times.

His legs were soon unshackled, though his master kept firm hold of them and reminded Sascha of the results of him pointlessly resisting. So he did not. Soon, his hips were directly above his chest, legs sprawled out lewdly over the cheetah's shoulders, his own shaft threatening to drop a long string of precum onto his chest or face at any moment. It was an awkward position, though when he felt warm lips press against his asshole, it turned into complete indignation. Dormant nerves came alive in an instant as sensitive, but long-ignored flesh awoke to the feeling of sandpaper, forcing a lewd gasp and whine to spill from the slave's gagged maw. And when two fingers brushed over the four rings pierced deeply into his perineum, ones he hadn't realized were there until last night, he dug his foreclaws into the mattress.

Even upside down, Insect's backside was a fascinating beauty to behold. Large hornets curled around his buttocks, the black and white detail missing little in the similar intricacy, their bodies following the natural inner curve of the glutes, wings arcing out onto the center of his lower back, just barely missing the tail. Below, climbing down his spine towards his rump was a large earwig that dominated his back, its cersi gripping over the shoulders. Four of its legs hugged his sides, and the last two wrapped around the inside of his inner hips. Insect had been made to be his bitch, and he was gonna enjoy using him like one.

The humiliated moans Insect made underneath him was like music. He'd never had an ounce of control in his life before the bombs dropped, never once offered care or intimacy. Where he was when the eruptions began offered little in the way of shelter from the fallout, and everyone knew the groundwater and grown food were irradiated past the point of being safe to consume, but canned food wasn't always available. Dreskel knew his time on the accursed planet was on a short leash, maybe a few more years at best before the damage began to catastrophically break his body down. But for now, he'd indulge in whatever broken and twisted definition of intimacy he could. He'd show his pet what pleasure was truly like, as he otherwise only knew brutality.

Dreskel spent a few minutes warming his slave's pucker up with his tongue, soaking it in ample saliva as he made out with it like one would to their lover. The fleshy sphincter was the same coloration as the penis that throbbed a few inches further down, having now splashed Insect's face with precum several times. It was a true delight to stare at, its dark purple hue pulsating like a succulent black hole. A chorus of whimpers and mewls echoed in the room just like the squelches of increasing saliva bubbling in between pursed lips. Cuffed legs quivered as the minutes passed, held steady by the cheetah's paws as he dug into a hole that would remember being penetrated for the first time.

Drool began to pool and then stream between and down the mongkat's hips and taint and tail. Dreskel was passionately violating it with tongue and lips, his overactive salivary glands smearing it until fluid began to ooze into the now somewhat swollen and loosened ring. The cheetah curled his tongue upwards and began to push into it. Even though the mongkat had no memories of such penetrations, his anus hadn't forgotten, and after a few seconds of pressure he felt it relent and allow his appendage to sink inside. He closed his eyes in joy as he heard his slave cry out as the rough texture softly scrubbed internal flesh, bringing his lips back down to make out with Insect's pucker even more intimately.

Minutes passed by as Sascha's tailpipe was French-kissed in an ever deepening manner. The wildcat's tongue pulled and scratched at the tissue inside, made mostly bearable by the ever increasing amount of saliva that was being drained and pushed inside of his passage. The mongkat's legs shook and quivered, hardly even resting anymore, but still supported underneath by his owner's built shoulders. It was ecstasy he didn't want nor asked for, but it was such that he had no option. Spotted paws roamed along his lower obliques, groped his butt cheeks, dug into his hips, and occasionally stroked along his pulsating penis.

He could feel the slick, bubbling sludge sinking deeper inside and his gasps were unabated and as helpless as could be. No filter remained to keep back the cacophony of squeals flowing from his jaws, now somewhat wet with his own precum that dribbled down the urethral rod and onto his face and neck. Shaky and sweaty hands pulled at the sheets, kept rooted to the bed by the chains, just like his head was to the pillow now damp with fluids as well. And when the wildcat's tongue found his prostate, Sascha let out a wail of pleasured despair as a single stream of cum poured out like alabaster into his mouth and along the bridge of his muzzle. He was being made into the bitch Dreskel demanded he be, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

When Dreskel finally pulled his face back, his own lips, nose, and chin were smeared with saliva, but his bitch's entire taint, balls, butt, and lower abdomen were soaked with it. Without saying a word, he climbed up onto the mattress. It could be washed later, after he returned from his second trip to the vault. He'd felt the anal walls contract violently around his tongue when he scrubbed over Insect's prostate gland, but was even more amused to see a full streak of spunk roping along his face. He had planned on allowing his slave zero access to any ability to clean himself and knowing that would mat into the short fur there, forcing him to smell it for hours, was a riot.

His paws slid to the mongkat slave's inner thighs, spreading his legs out widely while still hoisting them upright. Copious dribbles of feline precum fell from his highly eager spire, seven inches of barbed flesh waiting to sink into his pet's rectum. Eye contact was made, gold-red eyes full of dominant intent staring through Insect's emerald green ones that radiated fear and indignation. Making someone else feel helpless for once was such a rush. Before he lined himself up, he took care to stare at the slave's winking, frothing pucker. Rarely would it be allowed to dry itself; Dreskel planned to ensure it would be leaking most frequently.

Sascha looked up at his owner in a wash of mental misery and physical anticipation. His cock wasn't massive like his worst fears cooked up, but it was relatively thick further towards the sheath and he knew he wasn't prepared for the barbs that lined it from tip to base. Dribbles of precum and surges from his own tool betrayed him entirely, his own equipment eager for more of the internal stimulation the wildcat's tongue had delivered. Large feline balls hung heavy below it, hinting that the orgasmic volume might be leaking back out for a nominal duration. When the tip made contact with his ring, the mongkat could only whine as the barbs prickled at the highly aroused and frustratingly receptive ring. It was obvious he'd been used many times in the vault.

One more long stream of saliva splattered onto his tailhole before the tip quickly returned against it. Sascha took rapid, sporadic gasps of air, eyes widening as the pressure increased against him, the cheetah's tool overeager and impatient, the slave's own anxious and longing, as if trained to want and enjoy such activities. Much of him now wished he'd stayed out of the vault and faced his demise with agency, oh what he'd do to go back and end it then. The tip slid inside of him after a mere few seconds and tears welled up in his eyes, but not from the physical sensations, which were as opposite as could be.

Dreskel grunted as the rest of his cheetah spear sank into its target, only his victim cried out in bliss rather than agony. The cheetah remained still for a little while, relishing in his conquest while also allowing Insect a few heartbeats to recover and settle in, but he realized the beautiful creature had been used numerous times and with frequent zeal. The walls of the tissue hugged his tool with desire, seemingly begging for that which it had clearly become so accustomed to. Desiring not to make the cravings of his slave's flesh wait any longer, he began to see-saw a couple inches up and down as his claws dug furrows against his bitch's inner thighs. And as he began to rape his new fucktoy in earnest, all he felt was the blissful joy of control.

"Satan below, slut. You must have been used a ton down there," the cheetah's words exuded excitement and lust, yet the insult stung all the more, "I'll make sure Scythe helps out when I'm not here. And even when I am." He saw the immediate panic set into Insect's emerald orbs as the mongkat's mind tried to connect name to person and snickered. "Don't worry, he's a bestial hybrid just like you are. And well practiced at delivering what your body so fervently needs."

Watching the wires cross and true horror spill on the sex slave's face was all the motivation Dreskel needed to start fucking with purpose. He knew Insect now realized he was referring to the nightstalker just outside those walls and he wanted that imagery dancing around in his head like a demonic macabre, "Watching him lay his eggs inside you, huff will be a treat from hell itself." The mongkat squirmed and dug at the bed in a feeble attempt to escape a future he'd have no chance to avoid, "with all those insects crawling on you, I get the feeling I'll find confirmation that was their plan for you all along, my gorgeous incubator."

Sascha wanted to die right then and there. He might have shredded his own neck that instant if he could have, but the chains relented not but the one inch of give they had offered from the beginning. His claws contracted even still as his master, owner, and sadist incarnate pistoned back and forth within his eager confines. Anatomical ripples of joy rushed through his loins as his cock sputtered precum out like a sieve and his guts gripped and pulled at the wildcat's serpent, begging it to keep plowing into his rectum. Moans began to rush from his throat as undeniably pleasure worked to overwhelm his senses, claws beginning to dig into the sheets not out of disgust, but blooming desire.

Sensations began to run through him like wildfire, birthing memories to life that had neither sight or sound, but rather vulgar smell and distorted emotion. Sexual musk began to fill the air and pervade his nostrils, a scent that arose still dormant clutches of lust. Nipple rings flicked up and down as his owner, a title that felt suddenly familiar, plowed in and out of him lustfully, yet with no rush. Precum dribbled and streamed along his open muzzle and face and neck as he cried out, shocks of electric heat that ran through his arms and legs threatening to overtake his very consciousness, to break all resistances.

He tried to hold out, to hold onto his mind. Thoughts of perversions began to crawl out of mental crevices he didn't know existed. They sparked to life as the first throbs of cum began to spill into the far reaches of his guts, the cheetah above him peaking quickly as though he'd been holding back ever since finding him. The fucking did not stop, however, as the wildcat above him simply kept thrusting away, his shaft softening in no discernible way as it demanded to claim him in more ways than just physically. Sascha could feel his owner's jizz seeping down into his colon as well as beginning to splatter out from his asshole, the pulses still coming as his owner began to growl above him.

The surges did finally cease after nearly a half minute, but the rutting was ceaseless in its continued dominance of Insect's body and mind. Dreskel could see how the slut was losing himself to mental training he couldn't even recollect. His face was matted and rivulets of precum slowly oozed down his muzzle and cheeks while ragged gasps slurped through the pool of saliva and pre that mixed around in his gagged mouth and exposed throat. Shifting body language told him he was close to giving in, though this early on, he'd rebound in short order. But he wanted to make the first time intimately memorable. And as his first climax subsided, the wildcat leaned down to help his paws reach Insect's tattooed pecs, cupped his minute breasts, and returned to milking them once more.

There were aspects of Sascha's mind that still wanted to revolt and tried desperately to keep him grounded with notions of being fucked and forced to incubate eggs for a beast. For now though, their volume levels had been decreased to the point where they held no more traction against the crashing waves of physical lust. The mongkat whined and mewled through his open jaws as his rectum and prostate were slickly thrashed and pumped into like an oiled piston. His eyes were closed at this point to protect themselves from the thickening spill of precum and spit that he even now struggled to choke down his esophagus. When he felt his owner's palms move over his chests again, he couldn't help but mewl like a bitch as his nipples were molested yet again.

Just as fresh milk began to dribble, even spurt out from his nubs, the mongkat lost all remaining control of his mind and body. Cum gushed out onto his face and neck and upper chest, splashing into his open mouth and over his ears, coating his black-furred eyemask as his cries of rapture became gurgled sputters. Splayed legs shook and twitched, his balls churned in release while his foreclaws ripped into the fabric he had sweat through. His anus clenched at the cheetah's staff, urging it to unload a second time, and the wildcat obliged; just as Sascha's orgasm began to abate, his captor's climax cascaded through his cock.

Dreskel drove in as deeply as his positioning would allow, forcing the tip of his spraying spire right up against Insect's sphincter, spitting his cream directly against and then into the opening. Much of his jizz leaked into his bitch's colon while the rest sputtered back out of the slave's clenched tailhole. Thick rivers drained over his buttcheeks and womb, painting his pierced perineum and sliding up his lower abdomen and hips. Cum coated everything in a two inch radius around his pucker, with connected splatters reaching out from the central mess like tentacles escaping his guts. The cheetah couldn't remember having spilled so much in one go, and the coolness in his prostate and lightness in his ballsac told him that must have been all that was left for now.

His own legs were shaking a good bit as he slumped back down on what was now a rather wet bed. Insect squealed through the muck as his master stayed inside of his guts, creating a very loud squelch of cum as they landed, enough to practically drown out the aching protest of the bedframe. It took a couple minutes to finally catch some of his breath back, which was about the same time his now very soft and spent cock slipped out of his slave's rump. Following it was a short squirt of jizz before a soft ooze drooled out behind it, Insect's beautifully claimed anus winking and flexing, probably wondering why all the fun had stopped.

In the meantime, the cheetah's paws had kept massaging and squeezing the mongkat's supple breast tissue, forcing more dribbles of male lactate out to soak his pectorals and drain his reserves. He knew that the more often he milked his slave, the more fluid his system would be encouraged to produce, and that meant more fun for the wildcat for sure. Speaking of his slave, he noticed that he'd finally coughed out enough of his own cum to properly breathe again, though little noise poured from his lips beyond such wet gasps and frothy heaves. Man was he ever a diabolically sexy sight!

"Rest up, slut. I'm gonna go clean off my crotch and bits in the pond, then I'll make us some breakfast. Gonna head out just past sunrise, which isn't far off. I'll unchain you from the bed then, but that wild look in your eyes has me worried you'll try and hurt yourself. I don't leave any weapons in the cabin that aren't very well locked, and Scythe won't take to you trying to break into my safe. And since I don't care to mutilate you, let' get some mitts for your claws before I let you free."

Standing up, Dreskel reattached Insect's ankle chains to the bedposts to keep him safe, then walked back out of the room to grab a towel. A quick wipe got a good deal of the leftover fluids from between his legs, and then he returned to his slave's quarters. Cum was still oozing from the trained slut's rump, but he paid it no mind, instead leaning over to carefully and gently clean the jizz and spit from around Insect's eyes, making sure to clear off the bridge of his muzzle as well to keep any further gunk from sliding back over them.

"There you are, pretty boy," Dreskel laughed, almost warmly, as he caught sight of the prisoner's green eyes glaring back up at him, "heading out on a mission with a clear head and empty balls is no small assistance, so thank you. I'll be back in a short bit, but lemme make up a few sandwiches for you to work on as I won't likely be back until later tomorrow. Don't you worry, Scythe will keep you well protected, though if you cause trouble, he's likely to subdue you in a similar fashion as I, though if you want that to happen..."

Without awaiting any sort of response, the wildcat nakedly strode back out of the room, sauntering confidently as if to put on a show for his slave. With the door closed behind him he got to work putting together several hefty sandwiches. His own food was already sealed and stashed in his ruck, but only fresh ingredients were to be used for his captive. Strips of glazed bacon and cured ham were matched with sliced tomatoes and cucumbers, both vegetables that he'd been able to grow in a small garden patch just a dozen yards from the porch. Whoever had lived here before must have had it pretty swell, he mused.

About ten minutes later, all three were done, and a liter of water set on there as well. A morning breeze brushed past his makeshift curtained windows, meeting him along with the first tendrils of dawn. The sky had finally shed its ugly yellow hue last winter, but this yellow was much more inviting and uplifting. A few handfuls and a scrub cleared his bits of the evidence of his fun, and a quick dip jolted him awake better than any coffee had. Shaking off, a second towel was used to dry himself down and then he returned inside to air dry the rest as he got his clothes, shotgun, and pistol together. Waltzing back into Insect's abode with four leather gloves, he warned him not to fuss.

Each limb was unchained separately before a padded mitten slid over his hands and feet. Each one comfortably hugged the topside of his fingers, leaving plenty of flexibility, but completely covered the end knuckles. They safely protected his vulnerable areas from his own claws should he still harbor ideas of self harm or suicidal thoughts. A dead slave would not be any good at paying him back. He then secured the copper bands that hung around each wrist and ankle to ensure Insect couldn't discard them. Once certain all four mitts were incapable of being removed without the correct key, he latched his slave's ankles together with a two foot chain, and his wrists with another, hooking it through the middle ring of his collar.

Satisfied with his slave's rigging, the rest of the chains were removed, offering the mongkat free, if yet greatly limited movement. Having lastly taken the gag out, he heard his slave sigh in relief as he began to move his jaws around, gathering up what thick fluids he could and spitting them out in one big loogie. It joined the rest of the fluids on the disastrous bedsheet and then the mongkat slumped against his owner, legs still shaky as he simply breathed in and out. Soon, however, he began to moan and reach down for his shaft.

"Gotta...piss. So bad, please."

Staring down, Dreskel finally realized just what exactly that sounding rod was, noticing a soft dribble of urine leaking out from underneath the bead. When he tested this theory by pressing down on Insect's lower crotch, the slave bucked against him and a much bigger stream of piss spilled out. A bit of toying with the metallic rod informed him that the bead was screwed on tight, but with a little work, it would release its diabolical hold on his slave's bladder. It wasn't as though he hadn't earned that relief this morning anyway.

Beckoning his slave forward, he walked him out of the room, past the small kitchen table and cot where the cheetah slept, as well as the small cooler where he kept their food. Once outside, he took him to the edge of the porch, and gently gripped his sticky sheath. He scruffed Insect's nape and pushed him forward over the banister before using his other paw to grab hold of the screwed-in silver ball. Dreskel thought about making him beg, but remembered that it wouldn't do to break him in too harshly and kill his spirit. The end goal wasn't to destroy Insect, but rather teach him how to survive at the cost of every ounce of his dignity. Someone like him needed to know his body was its own sales pitch.

Sascha bellowed out in aggressive relief as his bladder was suddenly offered a release valve, and hot yellow piss sprayed out of his organ through the hollow metal tube that would forever control his urinary continence. For over two minutes, the mongkat let out sobs of joy as a cramp that had only vanished while he was aroused or asleep abated for the first time since he had awoken in the underbelly of the vault. By the time the stream eventually transformed into a trickle, he felt exhausted, yet quite hungry. When his master offered him a strip of steak he'd taken along, the mongkat slave was more than eager to scarf it down as Dreskel squeezed out the last of his piss before securing the bead once again.

"Will be a fun toy for the two of us to play with, I think. That said, it wasn't just you who needed to empty their bladder this morning. Plus, this will help Scythe know who you belong to."

There was no cry of protest or meek attempt to escape that the slave made. He simply closed his eyes in submissive acceptance as hot urine began to coat over his back and arms and neck. In some ways, it was a small comfort against the chillier morning air, though he knew it would likely warm up a good deal by early noon, at least if the prior day had been any hint. He simply rested against the railing, neck craned back by the pull of his owner's teeth, feeling the piss run down his legs and seep over his chest and belly, much like the still greasy slop that drained from his abused anus.

"Stay out here for a moment while I grab you new bedsheets. The rain will wash those in time and I have a few extras. No need for you to sleep in your own muck; it's unlikely you'll stay all that healthy for long if so. I'll take care of washing you off when I get back, so don't go taking care of that yourself while I'm away. Understand, Insect?"

It took a few seconds, but the mongkat sex slave did reply, "Yes, Master."

"Good bug! Oh, and I've got one more thing to adorn you with before I go. It'll fit a future incubator like yourself perfectly!"

Minutes later, a bronze chain ran through the back and outer two rings of his collar, with a large pendant resting between his pecs of what his master had called a facehugger. Sascha tried to hunt down in his mind as to what that was, but all he had were vague memories of some alien life-form. However, from the way Dreskel looked luridly at him, the mongkat knew it was as sexually perverse as the rest of what the accursed cheetah had done to him. What a surprise...

By the time his master had disappeared from view, the tormented hybrid was dried up enough to feel comfortable walking back indoors. At least his stomach hadn't turned, and the scent of those sandwiches, and allure of the water was plenty enough to take his mind off of the current and future plans for his continued captivity. Washing it down with a chug from the whiskey bottle Dreskel had placed intentionally within his view, the mongkat flopped back down on the one chair in the main room, turning off his thoughts as best he could as his arms dangled almost uselessly from the chain through his collar.