My muse has been kidnapped for experimental ‘research.’ After months of searching, yours has finally found mine. How does your muse react to the condition mine is in?@alphaiisms
Parrish had thought that being a hellhound might lead him to Scottia sooner. He thought that their love would somehow supernaturally guide them to each other.
But he was wrong.
It had taken months for him to find her, and by the time he had, she was in appalling condition. How many days had they left her hanging up like this, electrodes attached to various parts of her body? How many days had she been left unfed, unshowered?
Gently he removed her from her restraints and tried not to weep as he saw that sores had broken out around her wrists and ankles. However, he only smiled and her and whispered,
“I’m here, Scottia. I’m here. I’m real. I’ve got you. I’m gonna take you home now.”
Once he’d successfully gotten her out, he held her close to his chest and began walking out of the dingy basement. Thankfully the rest of the pack was not far ahead of them. If trouble broke out, Parrish wouldn’t have to fight them off.
[text]:You kept whispering to me that the guy making your burrito was an angel.
Texts from Last Night inspired text starters [nsfw and sfw] || @alphaiisms
[text: Alpha]: Cause anyone who makes me a burrito or any food is an angel.[text: Alpha]: Are you just telling me this cause you’re jealous I haven’t called you an angel?