Twisted Slough my life is a play, is a play

screeches at college

He makes up his mind then. He wonders what it would be like to have her, even if she has a lover still wrapped firmly in her mind. Would she even bond to him? Did that magic work if someone's heart was set on someone else? Even if she doesn't bond with him here, she was to be a test for him. An experiment. It depends, He says, sidling towards her casually before lashing out and clasping her scruff in his jaws firmly. Don't move, iubită​. It hurts me more than it hurts you, He moves his paws, resting one on her shoulders, then pushing down as he released his jaws. He presses her down firmly, a silent warning, before his fangs slice one vein open on his inner leg. He presses his forelimb to her mouth, uttering one commandment. Drink,