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Ryan continued, clearly enjoying himself. “Remember him? Skinny thing. Big eyes. Always looks like someone kicked his hope away.” Warren smirked. “Ryker.” Ryan pointed at him. “Yes! That one.” He turned back to me, studying my face. “You haven’t terrorized the poor bastard in days, weeks or even.” Warren lifted his glass. “Honestly, it’s disappointing. You used to scare him so badly he looked like he might faint every time you walked by.” Ryan sighed dramatically.

I replied, "Why don't you let me see first?" I thought of just pulling his leg. However, a few seconds later, Ryan had sent me a photo of himself. He looked like he had just returned from the gym. There was a light sheen of sweat covering his muscular body. However, his massive manhood, oozing with testosterone, immediately stole the show.

“Don’t come in here.” I ignored him and pressed my ear against the door. He was breathing heavily, like he was in serious pain. I peeped through the small gap in the door frame and my eyes widened. Ryan was on his knees in the middle of the room, shirtless, muscles bulging and veins popping. Sweat poured down his body. His fangs were fully extended, long and sharp. Claws had emerged from his fingers, digging into the wooden floor. His eyes were glowing, a dangerous mix of red and gold.