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Mac (_queen_bee_) wrote in 4bidden, @ 2014-11-26 22:48:00

Current mood:

predatory

WHO: Mac and Tieve
WHEN: Week 9, Monday morning
WHERE: Jack's house, the kitchen
WHAT: Mac wants to say 'hi' to the new slave...
RATING: TBD - But remember that Mac likes to cuss
STATUS: Closed/In-Progress



Mac woke up and was pissed off. She was still human. She didn't have her enhanced hearing or smell or strength or anything. If this stayed, what was going to happen come the full moon? Though, not having to shift might be something nice. Mac could go out on a full moon night, hang out with people, have a drink. That would be cool. Mac ran her brush through her hair as she thought about this whole predicament.

Then she remembered the new addition to the house, and smiled evilly to herself. Being human didn't take away Mac's ability to mind fuck with people. That skill was developed over time, harnessed and honed, perfected during her time as gang leader. It was craft she was proud of, and hadn't really had a chance to practice since being bought by Jack - a man she knew was much better at mind games than herself.

She purposely dressed in a form fitting black, long sleeved shirt, that showed a bit of cleavage, just enough to hopefully make a puritan, like the new girl, uncomfortable. Pulling out her new, yet already slightly broken in, black leather pants, and choosing to put on ankle high boots, Mac lathered on some red lipstick and black mascara to complete the look. She didn't layer on black eye liner, she felt it would look like she was trying to be provocative. This way, she looked like her normal, after all, she had on her red lipstick when Jack brought home the new slave, so the girl should recognize it.

Looking herself over in her mirror, Mac decided she looked just right, and headed downstairs, hoping to find the newbie in the kitchen. Damnit, she wished she had her sense of smell back. Luckily, the newb was in the kitchen. Smiling like a predator who just spotted her new prey, Mac walked past her to the fridge to grab some creamer for coffee she was going to make.

"Good morning," she said, relatively nicely as she went from the fridge to a cabinet. "Coffee?" she asked, taking out the tin and showing it to her.