#devilwoodhqstarter

[sadistic-james-blog]

James had just arrived to Devilwood as he was excited to be staying. He was a little unsure of where to start his journey but he knew he would learn along the way. He had gotten everything unpacked and decided to go have a look around the place. Once he ventured out of his room, he accidentally bumped into someone, which made him stagger aback a little bit. “Watch where you’re going next time, geez.” He said, as he composed himself again, brushing off his shirt as if it had been contaminated. 

[submissivcsarchive-blog]

this wasn’t happening. people didn’t just die. they weren’t just brutally murdered and put on display for everyone to see. caspar had his only possession with him — his notebook and pen. they were laid out neatly beside him. he was trembling on the floor, huddled into his own body; hugging his knees, with his face buried away in them. “calm down.. c-calm—...” he could feel the pressure starting in his chest, the mental image of the bodies still so vivid.

[jonasjfc]

“Just wait till I get out of here. My father will fucking own you people, I promise that. He’s CEO- he has more money than you ever will. Look I think this is just I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and I get it but we can end this now. Okay? We’re even.”

[lucienrosier]

Since there was nothing to do in the cells and most of the slaves seemed to grow more quiet after the murders, Lucien slept as much as he could. Usually, passing footsteps of the guards, masters, and mistresses didn’t bother him but this time he felt someone stop in front of his cell. “ go away. ” he muttered, shifting in his cot to ignore them.

[melissafoxxx-blog1]

Melissa tried to see down the hallway as best she could from behind bars. She thought this was a little excessive for a shoplifting. Okay so it was a purse full of Sephora, but seriously? This was insane. “Look,” she called out to the guards, “I didn’t get my phone call! And where are my clothes? Come on!” She banged her fist on the bar a little too hard and let out decent volume ‘Fuck’ as she grasped her pained hand. “Way to go Mel,” she mumbled to herself as she looked down the hallway again hoping to see a guard or an officer come to get her.

[ethanmatthcws-blog]

“i’m allowed to touch,” he reminds. “i’m rich, good looking, and above all - a master. why would you not want me touching you?” he didn’t like being told no, first of all. 

[drlukemclaughlin-blog]

Luke finished stitching up Melissa for the third... fourth time? He’d already lost track, but she was one of his frequent patients. He left her cell quietly as she was trying to get some much needed sleep. He put his glasses back on as he headed down the cell block hallway. He nodded at the guard nearby before he stopped suddenly. He thought he heard his name. He turned around and waited. There it was again. He walked back toward the cells before calling out, “Yeah I’m here, what do you need?”

[alejxndraluna-blog]

Alejandra stretched as she got up, her back cracking back into place as she did so; a night on the cell’s thin mattress had aged her prematurely. She raised her arms above her head and curved her spine backwards, the feeling satisfying her. Her arms dropped to her sides again, and she looked up between the bars. “I guess a slave isn’t allowed to ask for a massage,” Aleja smirked.