I have my freedom but I don't have much time
One moment he was beddin' the herd down for the night, and before he could do so much as reach for his rope he breathed somethin' wonderful and new up his nose and the whole world just went and changed on him. Up was down, hot was grass, and sounds became music in his ears as he was carted away into the Last Whisper for what was to be his last hurrah. Luckily Morgen wasn't aware of any of that; any hunter worth his salt will tell you that scarin' an animal right before the kill spoils the meat.
Anyway, that's how Morgen ended up on a hard slab of stone in what would soon become the Rage Room. Despite the ropes that held him in place, the wrangler had no struggle in him, not when his limbs felt like clouds were sailin' through his joints and with his mind so far away. Pain, if there was any to be had, was just a twinkle on the horizon line thanks to the Dreamdust and Third eye.
[says]"Imma...need jus' a minute, if..." Having spent his waking hours being fucked, fucking, or being fed food so sweet and decadent he was sure he'd begun to sweat sugar, Morgen assumed that the voices swimming around him had come for sex. Which he was totally up for, he just, you know, needed a sec.
Anyway, that's how Morgen ended up on a hard slab of stone in what would soon become the Rage Room. Despite the ropes that held him in place, the wrangler had no struggle in him, not when his limbs felt like clouds were sailin' through his joints and with his mind so far away. Pain, if there was any to be had, was just a twinkle on the horizon line thanks to the Dreamdust and Third eye.
[says]"Imma...need jus' a minute, if..." Having spent his waking hours being fucked, fucking, or being fed food so sweet and decadent he was sure he'd begun to sweat sugar, Morgen assumed that the voices swimming around him had come for sex. Which he was totally up for, he just, you know, needed a sec.
