faint-breathing said: “Hey, those tight-butt-holes don’t know what their spewing. I know you’re pretty.” Mattie was now curled up in a corner of the club, sniffling softly. He had pulled on his oversized lavender hoodie and was hugging his white bear to his chest. He shook his head at the man's words and buried his face into his teddy bear "n-no...the anon's right..." he sniffled again before a little sob made its way past his lips.











