Goddess I hate that window. The slave girl, Mina I've started calling her, opens my cage and shuffles in to kneel, offering a piece of bread and a cup... of water to me. I eat the meager meal and whisper my thanks, I know she understands the sentiment at least. She nods to me and begins her daily cleaning of my cage with a rag filthier than the torn "clothes" she's been allowed wear.While she cleans, Mina talks to me, her voice a consistent flow of pretty gibberish. I can't understand much that. She is 17, about 6’1″ tall and weighs around 310 pounds. She’s a big German girl from a sturdy, well-fed stock of German immigrant parents who have no idea what their daughter does after school or on weekend nights. Although she works a part time job at the mall at a cookie shop where she is quite amicable with the customers, there’s a complete other side of Claire–a very dark side–that is vindictive, hateful and downright brutal.Claire has been known to. I sent out the tendrils into the female mage and the guards who were gangbanging her. She dripped with cum, lost in the fog of Damiana induced lust. The spell wormed into their brains, touching spots identified by Fireeyes’s journal as controlling the sleep response.All of them fell into a heap. They would sleep for days, perhaps as long as a week. Without Fireeyes’s obscene research, I never would have the knowledge to put a human to sleep for so long. I tried not to think about the poor. It was this pirate captain who did the raping himself.I realize the images are hard to stomach and quite graphic but I wanted you to see them and get the same angry feeling I got in my stomach watching these, the same feeling I got fighting that scum at Outpost 96. I wanted you to see why we are out here. Now some of us didn’t have a proper vacation or might resent the fact that we can’t go to port on regular intervals, but those passengers won’t come home at all. So I ask you are you with.