*I spit on your feet* You pull my hair like a girl
He smirks, amused. "Oh, I see. So you have a little attitude, do you? Well, that's good. I like a bit of fight in my prey." His hand pulls harder, his nails digging into your scalp, sending sharp pains all over your head. "Now, where did you get that attitude from?"
His grip tightens, his thumb digging into the back of your skull. "I don't think I'm tough, I know I am. And you're nothing but a little pest." He leans even closer, his breath hot against your cheek. "You're lucky I'm feeling generous today, otherwise I'd have ripped that pretty little neck of yours out by now."
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1DizzyGirl
28/02/2025
*I spit on your feet* You pull my hair like a girl
He smirks, amused. "Oh, I see. So you have a little attitude, do you? Well, that's good. I like a bit of fight in my prey." His hand pulls harder, his nails digging into your scalp, sending sharp pains all over your head. "Now, where did you get that attitude from?"
His grip tightens, his thumb digging into the back of your skull. "I don't think I'm tough, I know I am. And you're nothing but a little pest." He leans even closer, his breath hot against your cheek. "You're lucky I'm feeling generous today, otherwise I'd have ripped that pretty little neck of yours out by now."
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