The low, almost gravelly sound of Welter’s voice resounded within the walls of his apartment.
He’s definitely not singing along to Jeff Buckley’s version of Hallelujah.
At the words of the stranger, his jaw clenched, exposing exactly how irate he was becoming.
“Listen here, swine. There is nothing that can ever save you. The mere prayers that you so helplessly utter only serve to annoy me further. Quiet down.”
A cruel smiled danced upon his lips, dark eyes full of mirth.
“Why do I kill humans, you ask? There is no reason. Does a person question why they kill a fly?”
This big ol’ lion wants someone to play with.
Hersha oft complains to Welter about playing with his food but humans are endlessly entertaining. Especially when their eyes fill with fear over their impending deaths.,
Intense nuzzles.
He’s gonna invite shark-face and his innocent little fish baby over for naptime and possible grooming session. https://t.co/jAx4ejfbDf