Starglow Basin basura

Saya's eyes flicker, a sharp glint brightening her gaze as she savors the words. Her own toy? Gosh, what a lucky girl Saya was. She remembers when her Papi gave her, her first toy. Chills ran down her spine, electrifying her core. 

Her tongue ran over her lips. Gold dripped from her words, hot and sparkling, Lo que sea para ti, Soto, she replies in a low, sultry tone. But the softness in her tone belies the truth—the quiet ferocity of a predator ready to pounce.

Her gaze drifts to where the captives are held, eyes settling on the boy with an expression that suggests she’s already deciding his fate.

Se encargará de él. ¿Hay algo que deba saber para hacerlo retorcerse? she asks gently, though her resolve is confident.