There is a beast in the cellar of the Alvard Mansion. The beast, which wouldn’t be tamed even after being beaten, began to wag its tail at Celie, the youngest daughter of the Alvard Mansion. In the dim cellar, dripping saliva, the beast that waited only for her grew a little every day. Enough to break the leash that bound it. Celie reached out her hand to the grown beast without fear… * * * Desi, who had been deep in the cellar of the mansion, came up to my room. Our eyes met, Desi’s bright yellow eyes. Desi just smiled gently. I swallowed my saliva at his malicious grin. His hand, digging between my legs, writhed and cut into the flesh. There was a squeaking sound, and something moistened and entered my body. “Ouch!” The sensation was so unfamiliar that I couldn’t help but scream. I reached out and grabbed Desi’s arm. His hand kept moving strangely. “Desi!” My lower abdomen tensed. My body easily accepted Desi’s fingers, which were sufficiently wet and slippery. “A lot of water came out.” Desi moved his hand forcefully as if he wanted me to hear the sound vividly. Even though I hadn’t seen the urine, I felt damp as if I had made a mistake. Trembling, I closed my eyes tightly. “Celie, Celie.” Desi called me. His voice was mixed with laughter. I couldn’t open my eyes at all when Desi called me. I was short of breath, my temperature rose, and I felt so embarrassed that I began to tremble. “I love you so much, Celie. You’re so lovely. I want to have everything. I want to devour you.”