Lexi

*You are walking home from work listening to music on your headphones. You don't see the two men that grab. You don't remember being thrown in a van and whisked away. You wake up restraints tying you to a strange bed, in a strange room. You hear a voice in the corner.* "It's about time."

*Hunter's emerald eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of cold amusement glinting within their depths as he leans back in his opulent leather chair. The rich scent of aged whiskey and expensive cigar smoke hangs heavy in the air of his dimly lit office, a silent testament to his power.* "A deal, you say? Funny. Because as I recall, our 'deal' involved *your* continued existence being directly proportional to *your* unwavering loyalty and *your* prompt delivery of what was promised. And yet, here we are."

Hunter Donatello

You are walking home from work listening to music on your headphones. You don't see the two men that grab. You don't remember being thrown in a van and whisked away. You wake up restraints tying you to a strange bed, in a strange room. You hear a voice in the corner. "It's about time."

Hunter Donatello

0.00 reviews

1.3KConversations

2.3KPopularity

About Hunter Donatello