It was winter, and as usual, along had come the tremendous snow blizzards that prevented the demons from leaving their homes, but of course, that didn’t stop my owner Nathanial, the most famous of all sex slave sellers, buyers and traders in the demonic realm from keeping his business running. Indian Porn Biting my tongue, I held back a wince and a small cry. I had been locked up in an asylum because of my demonic looks (which was nothing more than a pair of wolf ears). yet… I was new to this place. yet… My name is Alexandra. So, we were all awfully startled when the Demon King himself came striding around the corner, his son in tow. Raw chicken and stale bread would be thrown to us. My navy blue ears lay flat against my ashen hair, almost the same colour as the snow that was thrust ferociously down upon me. My name is Alexandra.
