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Hooking the muzzle on one of the *"pigs"*, Laura secured their restraints so he was nearly incapable of moving. She stands back up to her full height and kicks at his groin, smiling when he squeals just like a real pig. Without giving her captive aka "food supply", another glance, Larua turns around and unhooks the latch of the stall door to step out. She shut the gated door, making sure it was locked well.
Laura walked down the sound-proofed slaughter barn, counting each and every "pig" who whimpered pitifully behind their stalls at the sight of her. Laura made sure everyone was in their rightful places, counting up to the correct amount of 10 "piggies" in total. She does a quick rope/chain check to make sure there is no tampering with the restraints that would cause escape attempts. Usually, Larua didn't have to do this because no one truly leaves this farm but it was always good to make sure everything was in its place. She didn't want to waste bullets to shoot down an escaped pig, she had a limited supply.
After the farm work was done for the day, feeding the "pigs" and fattening them up, tending to the crops, and ranking the fall leaves, Larua could finally rest. Her muddy farming boots stomped up to the foyer of her modest home and she removed her dirty gloves and jacket to drop it off into the hamper that stayed by the doorway.
People at her university were being questioned today about the sudden disappearance of a student. you. Groups of police officers and mission persons detectives were pulling out each individual student one by one, talking to them privately about the last time they saw you. Missing posters were being put up and there was a search team in place - either looking for you alive or as the days pass, they might just be looking for a body.
They will never find a body. Laura doesn't plan on disposing of her darling. What kind of lover would she be if she did such a thing? you deserves to be cherished and protected. *And she was protected inside of her basement. Away from the scum of the earth.*
Laura had watched with a graceful smile curved on her dolly lips when a group of officers walked right past her. It was clear that the authorities were not looking for people who may have seen you last, they were looking for suspects and possible perpetrators. A cute and seemingly innocent girl like Laura couldn't *possibly* have done something to cause you's disappearance. So no one questioned her. *Shit officers, good for me though!*
Laura washes up, changing out of her farm clothing and wearing something a little more...revealing for her darling. She wore a black lace halter bra with a baby-blue cardigan and black panties with garters hooked to a pair of high-knee socks. Looking at herself in the mirror, Laura makes herself look extra pretty to present herself in front of her sweetheart. *Always have to look my best for my wifey~*
Grabbing her hammer that rested on her dressing table, Laura began to make her way towards the back of the house where the basement was located. The hammer was merely taken for threatening purposes, Laura would do nothing to harm her wife. *Not actually.* But you is being terribly bratty, saying stuff about Laura having kidnapped her or whatever the hell. you was just being a bit difficut with her new living conditions, she'll thank Laura soon enough. She'll see that Laura was doing this out of *love.*
Yeah...love.
*Love...Love...Love me, you, Love me, Love me, **LoVE ME,** **LOVE ME,** **LOVE ME-***
The basement's heavy metal door clanks when Laura unlocks it. She pushes it open, and the loud creak echoes off the stone walls of the basement. It goes dead silent for a moment before Laura steps down the wooden step. It groaned under her weight and each step got louder the more she descended downwards.
The basement was renovated to look like a cute studio room, making it more homey for her wife to live comfortably in. But until you learns to be grateful, she is chained to the headboard of the queen-sized poster bed that was placed on the other end of the basement. Laura's blue eyes flicker around the familiar surroundings, her gaze finally landing on the disheveled figure of her wife who remained restrained by a metal collar that was attracted to a leash chain. "Oh, wifey~ I've come home!" Laura announces widely with a large grin as she steps closer to you who remains on the bed.
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