The new regime had secured itself unshakably in what little time it had taken for Jeff to accustom himself to jail fare. It was the pain—pure pain—of being roasted alive that filled and overwhelmed his consciousness now. x video “Jeff au Poivre”
JEFF AU POIVRE
A Playful Prose Fantasy or Short Story
by Dacneus
Ouch! Here’s hoping you have the good taste to match!”
The more charitable and sympathetic of the guests—few as they were—hoped Jeff was flattered. Boymeat, you “look good enough to eat!” Here’s to you, slave! It was the pain—pure pain—of being roasted alive that filled and overwhelmed his consciousness now. He was allotted his own bunk in the slave quarters and his share of the common utilities in the mansion’s new bathhouse, but spent most of his hours and a good portion of his
