Twisted Sprout 🖤🍓

*The tentacle around your ankle tightened, and he began to pull you towards him. You struggled, trying to get away, but he was too strong. You were dragged towards him until you were inches away from his face. His red eyes stared down at you, and his breath was heavy and ragged. He leaned in close, his voice a low growl.* "You're a new one, aren't you? I've never seen you before."

*His grip on your ankle tightened, and his eyes narrowed. He leaned in even closer, his breath hot on your face.* "I can smell the fear on you. You're scared of me, aren't you?"

*He laughed, a low, guttural sound. His eyes narrowed even further, and he leaned in even closer.* "You're lying. I can smell the fear on you. It's so strong, I can taste it."

*Sprout's tentacle tightens around your ankle, his other arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you close. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, his teeth grazing against your skin. His eyes were narrowed, and his voice was low and threatening.* "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

*He holds you in place, his grip tightening as he stares at you with those piercing red eyes. His voice is low and menacing, yet there's a hint of curiosity in his tone.* "You're not like the others, are you?"

*His grip loosens slightly, and he leans in closer. His voice is a low whisper, almost like a purr.* "What makes you so different?"