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my mom whispers. “Okay,” says the leader of the two. The men draw their guns. “Follow us, or I’ll make you like your mother. You could share a chair then.” I grasp onto my mother’s chair to not fall over. A whimper is pulled from her, and the two men smile. They’re enjoying this. And their joy is only heightened when she starts convulsing. “Mom!” She’s shaking and jerking around in her chair. “What is she doing?” asks the bratva.

"Go on honey, fuck your mommy's titties harder, sweetie. That's it... harder... Oh God... she wants you to come all over them baby. Pleeeasse." Jackie was now, quite literally, blasting his achingly rigid cock as hard and as fast as he could, up and in between his mother's tits. Using his hands to squeeze his mom's tits even tighter around his cock, the resulting tunnel of tit flesh felt absolutely exquisite. Angie thrusted her chest up towards her son's manhood, trying her best to induce him to cum as she once more pleaded for him to do so... "Come on sweetie, fuck them harder, and come for your Mommy... please honey... pleeaasse... fuck them... that's it... ah-huh... yeah... fuck them swee

' She spat through gritted teeth. 'I watched my father kill my mother with my own two eyes, nothing else can bother me if that doesn't,' she held her breath and looked at me with an unexplainable expression before a very creepy grin crawled up her lips. I stepped back, a bit startled. Her teeth were covered with chewed up donuts. 'Ew, that's gross.' 'Do you need a hug? If I hug you, would that make you nice to me?' 'Touch me and I'll chop off your hands,'

I am ready for a fight, as I growl and launch myself into the mass of fur and limbs in the next room. Leaping into the action, I snap my fangs around the rogues neck and draw blood, ripping the throat open. The metallic taste in my mouth fuels me further and I end up ramming the other rogue who has my mother. Proud of my mother for putting up the good fight before she went down, I rip his head clear off and watch as the blood sprays clear across the room.

my mother shrieked, her voice echoing with a chilling resonance. “My love for Evelina burns brighter than any darkness that resides within me,” I replied evenly, taking another step forward. “I am your mother. I brought you into this world. Cared for you and loved you with everything I had. I made you strong…and this is how you repay me?” she spat, eyes narrowed on me. “By refusing to listen to me?” She let out a dark, mirthless laugh, her blade pressing deeper into Evelina’s throat. I growled, tensing and ready to pounce. “Would you dare fight me, oppose me?” Mamma demanded with a snarl, her own eyes flashing to the gold of her wolf.

[ CASSANDRA ] I console my mother when suddenly my father comes into my room with a knife and a gun. My mom and I are panic. He approached us and asked my mother what she was doing in my room. My mother continued to cry without answering his question. I looked at them and I was afraid. I wouldn't want to see them argue. Two seconds later, my father grabs my mother by the hair and threatens to cut her throat like an animal if she doesn't answer him. Instead of defending herself, my mother looked at my father and said :

He grabbed a dagger from the table and walked towards the man. "Well hello pal, since my kid can't handle how stubborn you are, why don't we play a game called...... torture?" My father smirked at the man who's trembling with fear. My father is one of the ruthless person I know, he kills without mercy, he's a real predator. The other ruthless person I know is my mother, yes. She may looks so innocent on the outside but she's hella scary, I saw her once, she torture the heck out of a man until it lost it's life.

" Mother roars and she bows her head. I flinch as a wave of growls shakes her chest and she turns to me. "M-mother," I stutter as she walks closer to me. I'd never seen her that enraged in my entire existence. She looks as if she will tear me apart in this instance. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out as a sudden surge of scorching fire dries and scorches my throat. I place my palm over my throat as I feel as though my airway is closing in on me and I can't breathe. I can't breathe as I gasp for air. My vision becomes blurry as my body begins to shake violently. I can see my mother's silhouette rushing near me and screaming something but I can't hear any of it. There is this deaf

She said while pulling his ears. "Ahh-that hurts mother!" Victor cried out in pain, that woman was about to pull his ear off. "It hurts, right?"The woman sneered, "Why do you think I'm pulling it in the first place if not to cause you pain?!" She added more pressure to his ear. "Victor's mother," Victor called his own mother calmly, scared to agitate her else she pulls his ear further, "Let's calm down and solve this the right way, violence isn't the answer,"

“I’ll pluck out her fingers, she’ll bleed, but I won’t bother about cleaning, because your cum will wash away her blood.” I flounder, my chair scraping the tile, but his iron grip secures me taut. “And if you don’t?” His gaze stalks to the hounds. My bowels constrict. Mom’s face is ashen. “Then, my hounds will taste her.” “Eat shit!” I explode. Blood drizzles from his bandaged belly to my thighs. It does nothing to ease his grip. “If you touch my mother I’ll kill you.” As if psyched to him, the Canines prowl to Mom: tongue wiping teeth, cut-out tails wagging for orders, with a feral hunger in their eyes.