Chapter 6: The Training Begins

The Training Begins As James gazed at Regulus's transformed body, he knew that the real work was just beginning. He had a vision of what he wanted Regulus to be, and he was determined to make it a reality. With a sense of excitement and anticipation, James began to outline the training regimen that would turn Regulus into the perfect piece of rape meat. "First things first, we need to work on your demeanor," James said, his voice firm but gentle. "You need to exude innocence and vulnerability. You need to make men want to protect you, to take care of you." Regulus nodded, his pink eyes sparkling with a mixture of fear and curiosity. James could see the uncertainty in his eyes, but he also saw a spark of excitement. "To start, I want you to practice your expressions," James said, pulling out a mirror from the dresser. "I want you to look at yourself and practice looking scared, looking helpless. You need to make men feel like they need to rescue you." Regulus took the mirror and looked at his reflection. He practiced making different expressions, his face scrunched up in concentration. James watched, offering words of encouragement and criticism. As the days passed, Regulus's training intensified. James taught him how to walk in heels, how to dress in a way that was both provocative and innocent. He taught him how to use his voice, how to make men feel like they were the only one in the world. Regulus proved to be a quick learner, and James was impressed with his progress. But as the training continued, Regulus began to feel a sense of unease. He was starting to lose himself in the process, starting to feel like he was trapped in a role that he couldn't escape. One night, as James was putting Regulus through his paces, Regulus's eyes locked with his. For a moment, James saw a flash of fear, of desperation. But then, Regulus's expression changed, and he looked up at James with a sparkling smile. "I'm ready, James," Regulus said, his voice dripping with seduction. "I'm ready to be the perfect piece of rape meat." James's heart skipped a beat as he looked at Regulus. He knew that he had succeeded in his goal, that Regulus was now a vision of innocence and vulnerability. But as he looked into Regulus's eyes, he saw something that gave him pause. He saw a spark of hatred, a spark of resentment. For a moment, James wondered if he had gone too far. Had he pushed Regulus too hard, too fast? But then, he pushed the thought aside. He knew what he wanted, and he was determined to get it. "Good," James said, his voice firm. "You're going to make some man very happy. And you're going to make me very happy too." Regulus smiled, his pink eyes sparkling with a mixture of fear and desire. James knew that he had created something truly special, something that would bring him great pleasure. But as he looked at Regulus, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had also created something truly monstrous.