With her hands, Eve felt what seemed like a sand-pit, something people used for cat-litter. The removal of most of her senses would eventually turn her into a fearful and docile slave, the only thing Jack would have to do, was be patient. It was a special mix that included water, and all the nutrients his slave needed to serve him effectively. She was totally powerless to this man, even without the restraints, and she had just begun realizing it. Most things in Jack’s place had a contrasting dark-and-white palette to them that matched Eve’s outfit perfectly. The first time Jack bent her head backwards, Eve started struggling, panicked. “I’m not a fucking cat! A reaction by her own ego, more than anything, which was easily suppressed by ‘Master’. Jack then tightened all three, until their teeth were digging deep into Eve’s sensitive skin.
