Translations:Codex: Captured.../55/en

The next day, Vorothrax attaches a chain leash - there’s no other way to describe it - to your neck restraint and gives it an experimental tug. You stumble along behind him, completely naked with his fel-seed churning in your tummy. You can’t help but notice that you haven’t felt hungry or thirsty ever since he’s started filling you up, bitter hate eating at you even as the realization you may be becoming less human rankles at your mind.