Grouse Thicket I love the way

He’s satisfied by the groveling, by the high pitched whimpers that slip past her maw. The way she crawls towards him with those pretty eyes that he fell in love with so long ago gazing up to him. A strange though of perhaps maybe even learning to love her again passes through his broken mind. He is quick to retract it, reminding him of all she’s done. It’s easy to hate her, much harder to love her and forget what she did. So he will continue to hate her. Simple.

So he smirks, a horrid toothy one at the title — Grandmaster. Dipping his head down to her, his eyes are half lidded and gaze upon her with rage and lust. “Perfect, love. This will do nicely.” He hums sweetly down to her, then his voice becomes much harder as he pulls away. “Now get up and come meet your new family. The ones you will not be killing.” He growls and without another thought he begins trotting off, expecting her to follow without so much as a look back.