“Je vais surveiller, ma proie.“ I step around her, and don’t look back. “The fuck you say to me?!” Her voice both equally annoying and captivating as she screams at my back. Not that it wasn’t already solidified, but with that slip of her tongue, she has become mine for the next forty-eight hours. I know her screams are going to be a symphony of magic for me. What a delicious little delight you will be, my Little Sheep.
