(fanfiction that I don’t want to put on any sites)
and shine, Jordan. As of today you’re my bitch and a ward of the
almighty Dianite,” Tom hollered pounding on the guest door to
the wonderful room he had built for the Ianitee. He had originally
made his room a cell, but after Martha’s teasing of it being a sex
dungeon… Well, Tom considered himself a perverted badass, but that
crossed a weird line and red-faced he had built Jordan a proper room
while he was stuck with Tom for a month.
hadn’t come to the door so Tom kept pounding. “Wakey wakey, if
you don’t come to the door I’ll break it down,” Tom sang.
Dianite had a mission and despite his alcohol induced insomnia he
wasn’t going to be late for it. The chance of reward was too high.
Besides, everything was dull with the Purge law in effect. Luckily
bets and servitude could be used to recover lost items.