Thoughts race through your mind, you feel betrayed at first, but just before you drift off you realize you haven't been betrayed at all. This is exactly what you wanted, you just didn't know it.
Cracking open whiteboy skulls is hard work. So its nice when they at least make cleanup easier by following her to a secluded area.
I wonder what the last thing through his mind (other than her boot) was?
You thought your dreams of getting a girlfriend finally came true when they discovered how to make dog girls come to life. Unfortunately for you, they hate losers even more than normal girls do.
Working at the VWD just doesn't give her the satisfaction of the old hands on approach to ending white bloodlines.
Bored at work, she looked at you sitting in the lobby and immediately saw a suitable candidate for her bloodlust π
As you struggle and thrash she puts more of her weight down on you, hopelessly pinning you. You struggle but make no progress, did she put something in your drink earlier, or were you just this weak and never knew it? It's a moot point as your last breath is filled with her musk.
You like to worship "beta" things like pits and feet because you think you stand a better chance at getting to touch those than any other part of a woman.
But let's be honest, you don't really stand a shot at that either unless you make some real sacrificesπ€
It just takes one click, just write out allll your information and hover that hand over the enter button until you get the nerves to hit send~
the rest is out of your control now π₯°
Most people's worst fears are your biggest fantasies.
I know you painsluts would just loved to be tricked into consenting to such a terrible demise. π€ππ€