Fox's Glade saying fuck your name

Lucky Toad, it seems that Taylor isn't much for dodging either. He comes down onto Taylor with his full weight, and the leggy man falls beneath him pathetically to the floor. And suddenly Fields is writhing again, shaking, bucking, wiggling as he could. Toad gets annoyed with him. He was like prey, unaccepting of his failure, still trying pitifully to escape when it was already over.

So Toad leans down over him, placing a calculated little bite on the side of his neck, before lapping a few times at the tiny droplets of blood that formed there. All the while, he's using all his muscle effort to keep Taylor from wriggling out of his grasp. Calm down, little bitch. You wanna give up yet? He laughs, trying to keep his voice cool and level as he could.