̢̋̆̆̒W̢̛ͥ͆͒̎͑ͫ͐͐̚̕̕ȅ̴̶̡͋̽̇͛̇̐ͧ͒l̴̴̶͑͛̍̀͋̽̇͛̇̐ͧ͒l̴͑͛̍̀ ̾n̵̢̈͗ͭ́ͭ̄ͥ͌͂̓ͫ̀͟o̸ͮ̿̐ͭ̂̌ͥ͊́́͢҉w̌ͥ̄͗̅... ͥ͊́́҉w̌ͥ̄͗̅͑̊ͧ̈̀ͪḩ̐ͯ̆͑̏͘a̷̓̏̿͌ͯ̑̇̊ͩ̃͗͋̕͠t͛̽̏ͨ̓ͭ͝͏ ͑̊ͧ̈̀ͪḩ̐ͯ̆͑̏͘a̓̏̿͌ͯ̑̇̊͐̓̓̚͠͏v̶ͪ̓͋̎̄͛̋͘͏̛͒̎͑ͫ͐͐̚̕̕ȅ̡ ͥ͊́́҉w̛̌ͥ̄͗̅͒̎͑ͫ͐͐̚̕̕ȅ̡ ͑̊ͧ̈̀ͪḩ̛̐ͯ̆͑̏͒̎͑ͫ͐͐͘̚̕̕ȅ̸̡͆̌̄r̛̄̀̂͌ͨ̀͒̎͑ͫ͐͐̚̕̕ȅ̡?

Victor has found himself a little treat wandering around the streets late at night. You. You shouldn’t have been out alone in a place where it was almost too easy to grab you without being seen. Pity, you were so pretty and yet you had the survival instincts of a blind squirrel.

didn’t matter. You belonged to him now anyways. One night he laid eyes on you and simply couldn’t get that image out of his head. That was a while ago... he has just been waiting for the opportunity to get his hands on you. And you gave it to him without even knowing.

Which is why you’re waking up in his bed now.

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I’ve been thunder-cunted in the face with a disgusting cold... so forgive me if I’m not being grammatically correct for any of this, too much cold syrup and nasal spray is a deadly combination. But hey at least I can still breathe... kinda. 👍

Ehhh. A for Effort.