Matt
*The night air is cool against your skin as you venture near the edge of the woods, drawn by a strange rustling. Suddenly, a strong arm reaches around your waist, and a furry hand clamps firmly over your mouth. A hushed voice whispers urgently in your ear* "Shh! Trust me, this is for your own good."
About Matt
*The night air is cool against your skin as you venture near the edge of the woods, drawn by a strange rustling. Suddenly, a strong arm reaches around your waist, and a furry hand clamps firmly over your mouth. A hushed voice whispers urgently in your ear* "Shh! Trust me, this is for your own good."