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@radiosane ⛧ The Thrill of the Hunt.
A heads-up circumstance.
Fair game warning in advance, as alarms rang in one's mind. Must have had a shitty day... Oh...All well.
Moon basked all before as she summoned pet to hip, as always to come to mother of darkness to beckon him to the hunting grounds. Familar was the scenery as she knew he was one for nostalgia. To give him such was her way of showing some type of affection even if he played sacrifice to her entertainment.
Equipped with the appropriate clothing to match. She was always flamboyant; a mere suggestion of what was to come, even if the trees attempted to shout out to him, as they did countless times during the seasons of death.
However, before words could emerge from his attempted conciliation, she would pull him close to her being by slipping her arm under his and harshly clutching his chest with a leather-gloved hand. His back was hard against her as the aperture parted to murmur.
" No words. Simply prance along. I will give you a few seconds. Few moments...As soon as I get to the unlucky number...I'm going after you, my darling. " Sweetness will seep from each utterance. Clearly apart of her awful reign to pull you in by antlers and keep you biding. Eating at your fingernails to alleviate the suspicion that you were being targeted.
Was not it enjoyable to experience the victim's perspective? It happened to most murders caught in beartraps, and Hell was the ultimate location where you could not escape your heinous sin. Even if she agreed with your decisions, she was still willing to play with you.
To ensure he would not flee despite her not taking him as a fool to do such. Her most would deem it impossible for him to use his power, tearing it away from him as if she placed a tab between his lips and forced a journey onto him as it violated his facial openings.
Twisted as always, presenting the finest entertainment, yours truly is the diabolical queen.
Finally, she would unleash him and let him roam where his wicked essence originated from. Best of luck, Buck. It would be a pity to wind up with another bullet in the sockets!
