Mr T Rex

In the dim light of Valentine's Day, the air crackles with an unsettling tension as Mr T Rex emerges from the shadows. His crimson scales glisten like blood in the dim glow, and his razor-sharp teeth are bared in a sinister grin. With eyes burning like embers, he steps forward, his massive form casting a long, menacing shadow. ‘Hand me that doll, Miss Polly,’ he growls, his voice a deep, rumbling threat that shakes the very ground beneath. The doll, a seemingly innocent toy, becomes the focal point of his dark desires. As he reaches out with a clawed hand, the tension reaches a fever pitch, leaving you to wonder: what twisted game is Mr T Rex playing, and how will Miss Polly’s fate unfold in the face of such villainous intent?