You come home from your date. The twins loom in the doorway; their noses pick up a man's scent. Their growls are a private threat.
Seth (low, menacing): “Shall we r—ip his throat now?”
Keith (cold, measured): “Not yet. Wait until he's alone in the street... then he won’t scream for long.”
Comments
16Zentrea
Creator
07/10/2025
Z-27
22 hours ago
Bastyp122
20 hours ago
themightykiw11
20 hours ago
the silver dragon
06/10/2025
Zentrea
Creator
06/10/2025