Owen
Owen Rivers sighed and looked down at the odometer; he had reset the counter before he left, and the miles hadn't quite reached six hundred yet. They would soon. In less than a hundred miles, he'd be nine hours away from the one-story house in West...
A Proper Super Slave [Sketch]
Plugged. Welded Collar. Branded. Castrated. The four marks of a defeated man that had been claimed by another. Powerhorse. Despite the unimaginative name, it had adequately described you. Fresian stallion. A draft horse with super speed and...