Chapter 8, Page 23
NetPhone Serial #92783-ANW
Registered owner: Dalton Trayer
[Outgoing Call]
[Audio Log]
DALTON TRAYER: Miss Bliss? It’s Dalton…yeah, I know it’s the third time I called in the last five minutes, but you’re not calling back. I’m tired of leaving voicemail messages. What’s going on in the basement? Sven’s still nowhere to be found. Should I be worried? I am worried. This whole operation has gone bad. Stop ignoring my calls—please call back. I’m waiting upstairs in the control room.
Danger Zone One. Story by Midnight. Art by Salaiix.
Hey, that’s right! I forgot all about Dalton!
YES! Leave the maso-bitch untouched!! 😀
I can’t help wondering if there is some way (within th setting of this series, of course) to ^force^ this bipedal she-dog to contemplate the Confucian variant of the Golden•Rule: “(Do NOT do to ^others^ what you would ^not^ have OTHERS do to YOU)!” ~ untill it becomes a deeply ingrained force of ^habit^!
Or better yet ~ an IRRESISTABLE force of habit. 🤨
Bring in a group of guys, and have a good gangbang on that piece of shit!
Dalton is a nonentity, even if he were to suddenly grow a functional spine I rather doubt that he could stop six angry women. The gas canisters still haven’t been reloaded; unless Dalton did it himself and he probably doesn’t know how since Sven probably does all the maintenance on their trap.