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Fedack: Raythe: He smirked and nodded. "What do you mean Gamey?"

Raythe** :** Fedack: I.. Er.. No meat! *He nods quickly, though his eyes quickly look about for an exit or some other sacrifice* No real flavour or sustenance, y'know?

Fedack** :** Raythe: The fox smirked and palced a paw on your shoulder. "Oh? Thats mine to decide." He said as he squeezed to prevent you to run.

Raythe** :** Fedack: The other fox lets out a barely audible squeak at the tight paw on his shoulder, trying to keep his cool. "Ah. But... Erm... I... Bite?" He stares at you after the last word, realising how utterly non-threatening that was. "Fuck..."

Fedack** :** Raythe: He then pushed you toward a table where he then threw you on it, grabbing your throat to keep you still. With his other paw he raised your arms and cuffed them high above your head, he did the same for your feet, cuffing them at the other end of the table. "I am sure you will be delicious." He then pressed a button and the fox felt something really thick and cold slide into his hole, going around 10 inches inside of him then stopping to anchor him there. It then started to vibrate.

Raythe** :** Fedack: A yip at the sudden motion is silenced partway through as your paw wraps about his throat, barely any time for him to react against the binding. Spread out now, the fox struggles against the cuffs, with quite some urgency, not quite keen on what might be coming in the future and even moreso after those words. A loud grunt of discomfort leaves his muzzle as he feels the merciless penetration at his rear, restricting his movement even further, and weakening his struggles as the vibrations stimulate him from deep within.

Fedack** :** Raythe: The fox smirked and looked down at the struggling, he let him struggle for a bit and simply petted him gently. "I guess ill have a bit of fun with you first." He pressed another button and the tube inside Raythe started to move back until it was fully out then pushed back in at teh same length. It repeated this movement again, and again starting a frequent motion while it still vibrated. The fox smirked and placed a large knife next to Raythe head, where he could see and he petted his head gently. He placed himself above him, his ball falling on the tied boy muzzle and head, then he started to speak. "Oh, you seem so tasty. I can't wait to feel your tender flesh under my fangs.." He was trying to scare him, he wanted to see if the male would wet himself.

Raythe** :** Fedack: The fox barely bites back a moan as he feels that rod shift within him, though he could not stop one as he felt the re-entry, almost hating himself as his body responds with a thickening sheath. He follows this with a whine, which only grows in volume as Fedack threatens him, his struggles returning with a bit more intensity, which only serves to stimulate him upon the machine even more. His gaze falls upon the sac within the reach of his muzzle. With adrenaline pumping and clouding his foresight of what may happen somewhat, the fox resolves to open his muzzle wide, aiming a bite for those orbs in self-defence, hoping to be fast enough to catch you off-guard.

Fedack** :** Raythe: The fox was far from stupid, as soon as he felt the muzzle open he moved on the side to hear the clacking of the jaw closing on nothing. He then crouched and gave a wide smirk, looking at the male with cold eyes. He petted his stomach, seeing the massive rod make a bulge in it as it slid in and out. "That was a nice bite... the only problem..." He let it drag. "Is that it was directed at me no?" He said as he went and grabbed your head then pushed your muzzle open by pressing on both sides on a small nerves. He looked inside and poked one of your fangs. "I think, i will have to remove them..."

Raythe** :** Fedack: He thrashes beneath you as he feels the failed attempt, realising with horrible hindsight that he had probably just made a very big mistake. His member was halfway out now, despite the threatening suggestions, thanks to the relentless vibrations of the steel rod. His eyes go wide at that suggestion, fear really beginning to take hold now as he shakes his head violently from side to side - half to say no, half to try to free his jaws from your grip - and a panicked gargle leaving the back of his throat.

Fedack** :** Raythe: The fox then put out a ring-gag and locked it on place to force your muzzle to stay open. He petted your head and smiled in a cold but gentle way. "After that, you will be a good piece of meat." He nodded and took out a pair of pliers. He waved it in front of the male eyes then held his muzzle, placing it on one of his fangs and he started to pull.

Raythe** :** Fedack: His shouts, while still garbled by the awkwardness of a muzzle pinned open, become louder still as he sees those pliers come into view. The violent head-shaking coming to an abrupt halt as you hold him, and further stopped by the pliers, though he continues trying to move his head futilely with the pliers. The shouts become screams as he feels the tug at his fang, the unpleasant sensation made worse by the lack of a dental anaesthetic, and only growing worse each second.

Fedack** :** Raythe: The fox finally gave a strong pull and he felt the fang come off. Blood spilling inside the male muzzle as the place that soon had a fang, was now a hole. He restarted with anotehr tooth and continued. He pulled each of them one by one, even the one at the back until, there was no more tooth in his muzzle. He then let go of his muzzle, the table getting a good amount of blood. He walked to a sink and took a towel which he soaked in alcohol and walked to you with it. He quickly removed the gag and placed the towel inside your muzzle before clamping it down around it and shoving a muzzle on your maw, that he strapped hard to keep it shut so that your muzzle stop bleeding and that it doesn't infect. The direct contact with alcohol must however been quite painful. he did this so that he could be sucked off later.

Raythe** :** Fedack: Tears stream down his cheeks from the agony as you pull more and more teeth from his muzzle, his screams gargling as blood pours into his throat, leaving a foul metallic taste in its wake. His vision quickly begins to become cloudy as you get to about the tenth tooth, though he seems to make it through several more before his struggles become limp and his screams become weak and broken, his struggling almost non-existent now from lack of energy. He is quickly reawakened by the new pain of the alcohol against the fresh wounds however, muscles becoming taut as he lets out a muffled cry, his struggling renewed

Fedack** :** Raythe: He murred, loving each and every of your natural reactions. He walked next to you, sliding a paw on your body, feeling the skin underneath. "You have such a soft pelt... maybe i should take that too?" He said in a very clear voice as he looked down at you, waiting for you to loo inside his eyes to lick his lips. He then looked down and grinned. "Oh? Whats that? Your hard.. i can't believe you are enjoying this!" HE said as he then placed a paw on your stomach and pressed a bit. He could feel your stomach raising and lowering when the rod passed under. He then moved his other paw to slowly stroke your cock. "I wonder how it will taste?" He then used his tail to press on another button. The rod shifted just a bit and it started to get slower. Each time it withrew, it went back into the table then raised and spread you open once again, the difference was that not only it was dragging against your prostate but strongly pressed on your bladder.

Raythe** :** Fedack: The white fox's head shook as much as it could at the prospect of being skinned, though it was much less insistently than before - likely to avoid disturbing the fresh wounds within his maw. He continued pulling at the cuffs, his wrists and ankles already reddened and raw from the ordeal. Then the machine's assault changes once more, the pressure at his bladder too much for his weakened body to resist. With a long groan, his urine spreads across his distending belly, soaking the fur. Once emptied, the moan continues somewhat, though whether from pain or the repeated penentrations, it is rather difficult to tell.

Fedack** :** Raythe: The fox quickly removed his paw as he watched you pee yourself. "See such a coward, already wetting himself." He then took a camera and started to record it all. Placing the camera where you could see it, he then went to fetch another towel and cleaned your fur before the pee dried. "I can't have that there, it wouldn't taste good when i eat you." He then returned to stroke your member and noticed that himself was hard. "Mmm i guess ill have to cum before i eat you, but not now." He then reached under you and grabbed your balls. He pulled them away and placed a strong elastic to tighten them, preventing you to cum no matter what.

Raythe** :** Fedack: The camera really was the least of his worries right now, barely getting a response short of a weak groan of protest. The cleaning was a respite, though the reasons sent a chill down his spine once more as he lay there upon the table. Then, as you grab his balls, he looks down with haste and worry, unsure of your motive. The snap of elastic tight around the sac makes him wince in the brief discomfort, tugging at his bonds again with a growl of defiance.

Fedack** :** Raythe: The fox chuckled and continued to stroke the male cock. This timehe would just wait, not doing anything and looking at your face while the rod inside of you pushed hard against your prostate, knowing you must enjoy and he teased your hard member. He used his other paw to stroke his own. He continued for a moment, until you would have your first dry orgasm however long that would take. He would then walk to your muzzle, judging that the bleeding must have stopped and removed the restraint on them and the towel. He then grinned. "You seem to be enjoying the ride so far... Your a nice piece of meat."

Raythe** :** Fedack: He shudders beneath the contrasting strokes, his body obviously confused by the sudden pleasure after the teeth removal. The fox avoids looking at you now, disturbed by what he might find in your eyes, but even now he finds himself moaning and gasping involuntarily. It doesn't take much buildup, the situation fading from his mind as he is immersed in pleasure. Just a few minutes further sees the fox straining against his bonds as his cock twitches in your grasp, uncomfortable moans rumbling in his throat as it tries to spray his unavailable seed upon his belly. The removal of the towel has him glaring up at you as you talk, allowing a response of what seems like 'fuck you', but understandably distorted.

Fedack** :** Raythe: As the fox spoke those words, the other fox pushed his muzzle down so it was parrallel to his body and his head touched the cold table underneath. He then grinned and pressing on both sides of that muzzle he forced the lips to open and placed his cock at the entrance. "I guess thats your job..." He then shoved the 9 inches, thick and throbbing member inside the bound and toothless fox, seeing his throat swell due to the cock that was in it. He held it there for a moment, shuddering at the pleasure and with a claw, scratched where the bulge was. "I wonder how long you can hold your breath. Lets count." He said as he started to count.

Raythe** :** Fedack: Knowing what was coming as you repositioned his muzzle, and seeing no way to really resist, the fox becomes reluctantly compliant. He gives a grumbled growl as the cock is positioned at his toothless muzzle, but it is quickly drowned by a whine of pain as your shaft drags over the raw wounds left by your earlier work. The fox feels that cock bulge his throat outwards, expecting a withdrawal. A look of surprise crosses his face once more as you set yourself to hold there, however, and he promptly tries to bite. he quickly regrets this, doing nothing more than irritate the sockets even more, truly helpless. Even through it all, the fox's struggles continue for at least half a minute, before coming to a limp halt as he passes out from the lack of air.

Fedack** :** Raythe: The fox withdrew his cock just before the male passed out, only leaving him dizzy. He chuckled and shook his head. "Not much of a breath do you?" He then let you catch your breath, before shoving his cock back in, repeating. He held it there until you almost passed out and pulled out, each time letting you feel that burn into your lungs. He moaned and shivered as after around 10 times, he yowled and shoved it back in harder, cumming inside your throat, forcing you to swallow. He let it there for about thirthy seconds while he came then removed it, letting the rest of his cum go over your muzzle. He panted and flicked his tail. "Mmmm that felt quite good... Don't you agree?"

Raythe** :** Fedack: The repeated dance with unconsciousness leaves the fox whining for you to hold it in just a moment longer, hoping for a respite from the abuse. Instead, he just receives wave after wave of discomfort as he is almost suffocated, only to be forced to reflexively replenish his oxygen. His struggle lessens after the fifth or sixth, apparently growing accustomed to the sensation. That last one takes him by surprise, however, the increased force causing him to thrash weakly again. But once more, you withdraw long before his rest, painting him with your cum. His response is drowned beneath the heaving pants as his lungs fight to return to normality

Fedack** :** Raythe: He then nodded and felt his cock returning soft. He walked around you and looked at you. "Hehe, now now... i guess i must proceed, i can't play with you forever can I?" He said as he then noticed still the bulge forcing into your stomach each time the toy slowly made its way in and out. Your cock still fully hard. "So, i guess i will let you have the first taste, however i will first cook you a bit." He pressed a button the table and at first nothing happened. He just tugged on your balls, reaching for the knife, letting you guess what 'part' he will have you taste. However, after a moment, the toy inside of you... started to become warmer.

Raythe** :** Fedack: His imagination plays horrible images through his mind of what you might intend by saying cooking him, further panic sweeping over him at the ever-worsening nightmare. Further, he could feel another orgasm building within him from the constant assault of that invading machine, but again, more concern was with that knife heading for his restrained balls. With that, and the heat of the rod within him, the fox began shaking his head again, mumbling a series of 'no's - he was unable to conjure more complex words, right now

Fedack** :** Raythe: The fox then leaned down, giving a long lick to that throbbing cock. He then slid the knife down on the cock, not cutting just to let you feel it before he placed it on your scrotum. He then smirked and pressed the blade in the middle, slowly sliding down to open it. With surgical accuracy he manipulated the knife inside your scrotum and made both your balls fall out. He poked them gently with the knife. "Oh, nicely sized." He then took the knife and cut the cord that was connecting them to your body. Quickly he placed them on a small plate on the side and used an elastic to close the hole that was done and taking a lighter, burned the skin until it all melted together. He then leaned back and removed the sweat on his forehead with his forearm and looked at you, simply stroking your stomach and still hard cock, letting you rest a moment.

Raythe** :** Fedack: A deep moan leaves his muzzle unbidden from that lick, though it rapidly changes to a whine of discomfort. The pinching bite as that knife cut through the skin, and nerves, of his sac was possibly the calmest part. As his balls tumbled free into the open air, he pulled at his bonds again, blood now visible at his wrists and ankles. It was over quickly enough, he thought, the pain sharper but faster than with his teeth, and still drawing a yell of agony. He cries out again, however, as he feels the burning of the skin, convulsions wracking his body, and all the while that heating rod pounding at his rear.

Fedack** :** Raythe: He then brought the plate to the male muzzle and took the balls before grabbing the fox muzzle and pushing them in. He wrapped his other paw around his maw and forced it close, pressing on top of his nose to prevent him to breath. "Swallow." He ordered, to make him swallow his own balls. "You will see, your tasty." He said as his tail flicked around. The bound fox would probably noticed that the rod kept getting hotter, now uncomfortable even as it kept moving in him. The table under him also started to be a bit hot, less than the rod but climbing in heat.

Raythe** :** Fedack: The fox fights it as long as he can, repulsed by the idea but again his body's reflexes take precedence, and swallows before he can run out of air. The horrible taste, and the horror of what just happened in general, lingers long after the act, however, and it does nothing to draw from the increasing heat. His body begins moving on the table, trying to find a position where it was still cool, but unable to move far at all with that machine thrusting in and out of him.

Fedack** :** Raythe: The fox then went to get a needle, it had a blue liquid in it and he made sure he showed it to him. He then smirked and grabbed the male muzzled and held it firmly. He placed the needle on the side and tied to his head something to keep one of his eyelid open, preventing him to close it. He then murred and took the needle, closing it in to his eyes as he held the male strongly so that he couldn't move. "Dont move, i dont want to prevent you to see, i just need to inject you this, which will make sure you don't pass out and allow you to survive longer than you should have." He said as he then pressed the needle to his eye then slid in. The hole wasn't big enough to bust his eye and this needle was meant to inject into eyes. He moved it to the back and hit a vein right at the back of his eye. He then released the content inside it before removing the needle. He nodded and grinned. "See it wasn't that bad." He then pulled off the restraint on his eye and placed a paw on the table to feel the heat. It was still tolerable but that wouldn't last long, the toy inside the male however, just start to burn a bit, less since it was in movement.

Raythe** :** Fedack: The needle itself was a horrifying sight for him, but the thought of you going for his eye was too much, the fox discarding words for screams as you restrain and proceed to inject the fluid into him. Your words do not seem to calm him, for some reason. If his bladder had not emptied before, it certainly would have done then, but nonetheless, his screams eventually die down as you release his eye. But feeling that heat deep within him climb steadily higher, starting to burn his insides, particularly his sensitive prostate, has the fox shouting out from what could easily build up to the most intense pain of the night. "Fuck! Turn it off, you fucker!" were among the less colourful words leaving his muzzle, though most of it was unintelligible. You're sure you could pick out some deparate pleas, as well. His body meanwhile continued its twitching dance upon the surface of the table, his skin now starting to prickle from the heat there as well.

Fedack** :** Raythe: The fox smirked and shrugged. "No." He simply said, his ears twitching to the words. He then started to walk around you, looking up and down at your twitching body. He finally pressed another button on the table which sent the pole inside of you 16 inches. It didn't pierce anything that would kill you before he had time to finish with you, however it did go through your intestine. You could feel another type of warmth in you, a pain deep into your stomach, it was an intense burning different from the burn from the rod. The rod kept raising in heat as it moved now slower than before, slowly withdrawing from the full 16 inches before pushing back in the same amount. He sniffed your cock, then licked from your cock to your neck in one long lick. "I guess now it is the time for my meal?" He said, with one amused and evil voice. "What should i eat first?"

Raythe** :** Fedack: The sudden increase in depth makes him nearly howl out in discomfort as his insides are rearranged and ruptured around that rod, and he is pinned in place even more. The slower thrusting leaves more time for the actual heat of the rod to sink in, the inescapable agony going further and further beyond what he could have imagined. He barely even notices your words, his mind elsewhere, but he still attempts a response. "Don't... I... NO." is about the sum of what he can blurt out between gasps and cries of pain.

Fedack** :** Raythe: He chuckled and took the knife, placed it right under your knot at the thinnest part of your cock and then pushed. It came off and quickly he placed it on another plate. He then burned the wound once again to melt it and prevent it to bleed. He took the cock, needing to act quick and walked in front of you, jammed your muzzle open and slid it inside so that it was partially in your throat, allowing you to breath but leaving you with the taste of blood and your own dead cock inside your muzzle. He then placed a muzzle on your maw and locked it there so that you couldn't swallow or spit it out. He petted you then placed his knife aside not needing it anymore.

Raythe** :** Fedack: At the back of his mind, he knew what you were going for, so it came as no surprise when you removed his foxhood from his body. The pain, however, was no less intense than he would have expected, as you severed one of the most sensitive parts of his body. There was some solace to be taken, that the heat within him by now was intense enough to distract rather well from the cauterization, though the fox was not looking on the bright side of it all. It felt like a final humiliation as you forced him to suck on his own member, unable to swallow the still-hard shaft, and now unable to spit it out.

Fedack** :** Raythe: The fox smirked and stroked your stomach, knowing the table was now hot enough so you feel really uncomfortable and that inside of you, the rod was burning and cooking your walls and insides. He then sniffed your body, licking at places and using tight ropes he then squeezed hard all your limbs so that the blood don't flow in them as before, there was a small flow to keep them alive but anything i would bite off wouldn't make you bleed to death. He sniffed on your arm, right next to your head and nibbled on it. He knew you would look, by morbid fear and curiosity and he stared into your eyes as he sank his fangs inside the back of your arm where no important veins were and slowly tasted you. THe fox murred and hummed in content as he then clamped more his fangs, piercing through your muscles and skin, feeling the flesh move on the side and the leather rip under his strong teeth and blood dripping down his chin and onto the table and his chest. The sound of squishing muscles could be heard only of the two foxes but the metallic taste that resulted only tasted by the fox tongue which he ran inside his muzzle. Once he was almost hitting the bone he flexed the muscles of his neck and pulled hard quickly. The leather, muscles, skin and veins ripped and broke, pulled away from the rest of the body before snapping once the last ligament let go. The fox looked at the wound and chewed, slowly the meat in his muzzle. A rune appeared around the back of the fox paw and in front of the other fox eyes a flame appeared. He pressed his paw to the fox wound and let it burn to close the wound. He leaned in and murred, chewing right next to the fox ear. The liquid that was injected in him earlier, also serving so that the fox could never space out or lose his sanity.

Raythe** :** Fedack: Feeling you tying his limbs off, the fox felt some relief, hoping very much that the restricted blood flow would at least numb the area. He soon realised how wrong he must be, however, when he turned to look at you as predicted, and saw the look in your eyes. he knew this was still going to hurt, as if the pain burning from the spit running through him was not enough. He felt every fibre of muscle and flesh rip and tear, but possibly worse was the sound of your teeth tearing a chunk from his body. The sudden ripping motion found the fox actually 'biting' down around his cock, to try and draw some of his attention to the pain of his gums. And following up with the magical fire to the wound left him finally crying out once again in the intense pain and abuse to his already ravaged body.

Fedack** :** Raythe: The fox licked his lips once he swallowed and continued. It took him half an hour but your arms and legs were eaten off, only the bones and a bit of burned skin staying. Your insides were now literally cooking as the rod was red hot and the table you were laying on alike. He gulped the last bite he had and murred. "Delicious indeed, now legs work on the middle." You couldn't feel your arms and legs anymore. He licked your stomach, which was hot under the tongue and then nibbled everwhere. He rain his tongue to your nipples and started. His first bite was your nipple, he didn't take enough to go too deep, just to remove them. He then went to the other, not closing the wound and started to eat your torso. At that point, he had placed enough. You were cooking on the table, from inside out, your chest was bleeding and he continued to eat more and more.

Raythe** :** Fedack: Insanity would have been a welcome relief at this point. Having to sit through the consumption of his limbs, and now with the constant furnace-like heat deep within him, the fox's throat was raw from screaming - though the gag was enough to muffle them to groans. The pain of the sharp bites to the sensitive nipples was rapidly drowned out by the cooking of his insides, so much so that he almost didn't realise that you had moved on to his torso. Death was by now seeming so close, and yet nowhere near close enough for the fox.

Fedack** :** Raythe: He continued to take new bites, leaving open wounds before he moved inside, at his intestine. He couldn't bleed to death since the flesh was cooked and there was no more feelings in his stomach. He continued to eat, the Raythe only hearing and seeing as he looked down. He murred and found the cooked flesh even tastier. He then quickly moved back, hsi snout almost hit by the dildo. He looked down at the open wound and saw the metal moving in and out. He smirked and took the camera, filmed it then aligned it back up so that the eating of the male insides could be seen. Once he had finished with the front, he couldn't eat anything in the chest area, to not kill the fox and because it wasn't as tasty. He flipped the male on his stomach, breaking his arms and legs as he did so, and letting him rest on the burning table. He then ate the burned meat and flesh on the male back, starting with the ass, going up to the sides and all the good muscles on the back. He was feeling full now, luckily there was no more to eat and surprisingly hte male was still alive. walked in front of him, crouched and looked at him in the eyes, licking his nose. "You were quite tasty, now nod if you want to die."

Raythe** :** Fedack: The fox was almost thankful that he could no longer feel what you were doing, though he could not tear his eyes away as he watched you feast upon what little remained of his body. With no feeling, it felt surreal and disturbing, like he was watching some movie. The pain from before quickly returned as you flipped him over though, sizzling what few nerves remained on his chest, leaving him screaming through most of the rest of the ordeal. The question, predictably, resulted in an almost violent nodding, his eyes squeezed shut.

Fedack** :** Raythe: He flipped you once around and walked on your side. He crouched to see your beating heart inside, looking at it and he grinned. He pressed the button on the table to retract the rod then moved his paw inside of you. He then slid a claw on your heart, not removing it yet. It was beating extremelly fast. He wrapped his paw around it and closed his eyes, feeling it beat within his paw. He then took the knife again, opened your chest and made a mirror appear floating above so you could see your own heart. "Look, as i end you.. look at it." He ordered as he continued to feel your heart. He then had an idea. He detached your muzzle and let the dick that was in it fall. He then smirked and slowly and carefully worked on your heart so that he could remove it from your torso, without killing you, still attached to your body by the most important veins. He then lifted it above you and opened your muzzle, then placed the heart inside it and looked inside your eyes. "If you want to die, clamp on it, kill yourself with your muzzle, or i will let you live for the half an hour you would survive in your state." He said, looking at you, letting you feel the beating heart inside your toothless muzzle.

Raythe** :** Fedack: Waiting for his death seemed to stretch on far too long for him, and he wondered what you were up to. Your words made him shudder, but he opened his eyes nonetheless, wanting this to end as soon as he could make it. He felt detached as he stared at his own torso, the previous events leaving little feeling, both physically and emotionally. But still, as he watches you remove the muzzle, he feels some twang of fear. The placing of the heart in his jaws was like a coup de grace, and it took a few moments for the resolve to build, but he knew he did not want this to continue any longer. The fox forced more and more pressure onto the heart from his maw, until he felt it give way, the sweet embrace of death following quickly after.

Fedack** :** Raythe: The fox smirked and nodded then closed his eyes. He sighed and took a serious expression, before opening his eyes. They were glowing. He raised both his paws and the table started to cool down, runes covered it and went on the dead fox ontop of it. A pillar of runes then erupted, many symbols started to appear surrounding it as the fox body regenerated, the blood faded away. The cells one by ones came back, his arms returning normal, the burns healing then the wounds closing. His heart pulling back into his chest and reforming like it was before and after a good ten minutes a dead but looking perfectly alright fox was on top of the pillar. Then there was multiple shockwaves. Everybody in the room felt a small light emanating from them and they felt a bit weak. Many orbs of light started to move around the pillar then they all in a single moment homed and entered inside the fox. A shockwave resulted. The heart started to beat again, the blood started to flow again and the fox, revived and gained counciousness. Fedack walked around the fox and made a collar and a knife appear. It was red hot and he waited for the fox to pay attention to him before he spoke. "Welcome back to the living hell, i have a choice for you to make little fox. You can either A go for a second round, of course i wont eat you, i am already quite full. Or B you can accept this collar and become my pet. If your choice is the first one, say "Go ahead for another round." If your choice is the second one say: "I am yours master." It is up to you... choose carefully as next time, i will not revive you."

Raythe** :** Fedack: The resurrection... was a surprise, certainly. He found his lungs drawing heavy breaths as his body convulsed at the sudden resuscitation. It took at least a minute for the shock to wear off, as the previous events slowly made themselves known at the back of his mind. He stares at you, with some mixture of fear and hate as you speak to him. Still, his lungs are drawing deep, long breaths as though enjoying every single gulp. It takes a while of the fox staring at you, glaring almost, although he tries to avoid that after what had just occurred. "I..." he began, his voice croaking, before uncertainty struck him. "Go..." He shook his head, not able to bring himself to go through that again. "Fuck. I... am yours, master."

Fedack** :** Raythe: He nodded and smiled, he then took the knife and smirked. 'Stay still slave." He said as he took the knife then slowly oepned his neck on a really small layer before folding the skin outward. He took the collar he had brought, which was red hot and placed it in the wound, he could hear and smell the skin burning and melting around the collar, molding to it. Once it was there, it magically sealed itself, runes appeared on it and the fox closed the skin around it, letting it melt. Now the collar couldn't be really seen, however the runes glowing on the surface could through the male fur, hinting at the presence of the collar. He pressed on the skin to make sure it was well melt and moved back. He then scratched behind the male ears and proceeded to freeing his limbs, he nodded. "There, now you are mine. I guess you understand your situation so i dont have to explain. You may go busy yourself with your own things, good night slave." He then turned around and stretched, not even looking at him as he went to sit down on a couch right next to Samuel Orland which he petted gently.

Raythe** :** Fedack: The cut was almost nothing compared to what he had just gone through, barely drawing a hiss from him, but the sizzling of his new flesh managed to pull a cry of pain as you sealed the collar to his neck. When his paws were free, they instinctively moved to stroke where it had been, and he sat up, not taking his eyes off of you. He didn't wait around as you sent him on his way, his body exhausted from what had just happened.