Lounging back in the couch, Sandi waited for her new servent to arrive, bearing word that she'd commited her first desicration.
"Mistress..." The creasture who had once been Gary said, it's voice gravelly and low. Sandi grinned vapidly at the incredibly muscular, Neanderthal-looking creature he had become. That one word was most of it's new vocabulary, and served many uses. Now, the creasture was pointing at the window. "Coming."
Sandi smiled. "Good.. fresh meat..." Rising, she went to the window and looked out.
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