April was lost in her own world. She was dominated, humiliated, treated like a dumb white whore and about to be killed... and she loved it. Her eyes opened as she heard her friends struggles begin to fade, her muffled cries and gags become fewer and fewer. April moaned, her tongue buried in one of her friends murderers, and she looked up at her master. Her better. Someone so much more powerful than weak, worthless little her. She couldn't even escape if she wanted to...