WARNING. R-18 CONTENT.
I should be scared. I didn't want this at first, but now, here I am, offering myself up like a sacrificial lamb. The wolves are eyeing me with such hunger, their gazes intense and predatory, as if I'm the most delectable thing they've ever seen.
"Crawl."
That’s the first word any of them have spoken since my stunt. A shiver runs down my spine as I glance at each of them. Colt's eyes are dark and intense as he adjusts himself, clearly not hiding his reaction. Luther watches with an unsettling mix of interest and detachment, as if I’m part of some twisted performance.
And Blaze, Blaze was smirking, his fingers motioning me forward in the air, as if urging me to play my part in this dark charade.
It was my idea, right? So why am I trembling like this?
"Don't make
