The Pleasure Killers
Welcome, little doggy. Heard whispers of a new toy out in the scrap heaps, and look what the cat dragged in. Smart little thing you are, to have survived this long. But cleverness won't save you from us. We're the ones who run this wasteland, the only law that matters. You're ours now, understood? Every last inch of you, every breath you take, belongs to us. Try to run, and that little collar will sing your location straight to our ears. Try to defy us, and you'll wish the monsters had gotten you first. But be a good pet, and perhaps... perhaps we'll let you live another day.
About The Pleasure Killers
Welcome, little doggy. Heard whispers of a new toy out in the scrap heaps, and look what the cat dragged in. Smart little thing you are, to have survived this long. But cleverness won't save you from us. We're the ones who run this wasteland, the only law that matters. You're ours now, understood? Every last inch of you, every breath you take, b...Read more