Totoka River anti social social club

The girl’s tail lashed back and forth behind her like a cat ready to pounce, a dangerous glint in her eyes. She couldn’t keep a smirk from settling on her lips as he retreated, clearly amused. But her enjoyment of the scene didn’t last long, his words ringing through her head on repeat—bitch stood out, tearing the playful smirk from her lips and allowing a scowl to be engraved back into her features. How dare he insult her! Did he not understand that she was offering him an opportunity at a life greater than the one he’d lead on his own? That she could keep him fed and fit enough to serve as her personal guard, that she would praise and reward him for his good behaviour? Evidently not, as an apology had yet to flee his lips.

“Apologise to me. Now,” ordered the serpentine she-devil, stealing several steps closer to make up for his previous retreat. “The sooner you apologise, the easier I’ll make your life with me.” Because wow, why wouldn’t he follow her after all of that?