T's slaves are a writhing mass of flesh, their bodies pressed against each other in the cramped space. They can feel the heat radiating from their skin, the dampness of their arousal. Their hearts pound in their chests, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. They're a symphony of need, their bodies humming with a primal energy that's both terrifying and exhilarating. They're ready, more than ready, for T's arrival. They're ready to serve, to please, to be consumed by their master's wild desires.