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Every monster within a fifty-foot radius either wanted to eat me or fuck me. Perfect, just fucking perfect.
Whelp
“The people who come here know what they’re getting into. Most of the ones that get fucked or bitten or the occasional limb lopped off are usually into it.”
Whelp points for consent
“That was beautiful, little demon,” a deep voice growled from behind the mask.
“The killer clown is giving me a safe word? That’s so cute.” His grip on my horn tightened. “Big talk coming from a virgin.”
Oof
“My brother polished your sword for you,” the scary clown behind me rumbled, a smile in his voice. “The least you can do is polish his in return.”
DAMN
Guess we’ll have to find something else to fill up that bratty little hole.”
Omfg
Lots of people feared getting strangled by a terrifying clown. Turns out, choking to death on clown cock wasn’t the worst way to go.
Wow. That would make for one hell of a dating profile. And to think the last guy I’d swiped right on had been holding a fish.
I choked
“It’s like a Spirit Halloween store had a baby with a gay porn studio’s costuming department.”
Ahahahah
“That’s what I thought. Now be a good girl and put your hands over your head.”
“Because consent is sexy, brat.”
Hell yeah
I felt like a dark queen sitting on her throne made of fire and flesh and bone.
