hellhound-on-a-leash:
The hellhound, who had been brought in by a guard halfway through the males killing session looked unfazed by the dead body. He’d seen enough of them at this point that it no longer bothered him. “Maybe don’t play with mortals.” he muttered, rollign his eyes.
“Shut up.” Without missing a beat Allyn back handed the slave hard enough to break a jawbone if he were human. Not that Allyn cared in the slightest. “Don’t speak to your betters like that or I’ll have to rip out your tongue. Do you know how painful it is to regrow a tongue?”












