Promised to the Tyrant
“This one here is our pet dog, a very rare breed. It’s only found in our region, almost extinct. That’s why people don’t know much about it. This is one of its kind.”
‘WHEN CAN I KILL YOU? You made me a pet, a fucking dog?’ I yell through our mind link.
As they continue this absurd conversation, my beast continues to think of all the ways we will torture Giovanni before killing him.
“No, No, I don’t want to touch it.” Omerta moves back as she says that, and my beast is furious, and I almost keep it from growling.
My agitated beast is fuming because this stray doesn’t want to touch us, and he thinks she doesn’t find him attractive. WOW, just WOW.