You cannot explain it. Somehing in thebway he is asking has you transfixed. You stare into his eyes and suddenly your imagining yourself as his slave. He knows it. You know it. He has you this time.
"Like a charm." You admit, blushing. He smiles and approches.
"Then dont be late. Be prompt at one, and bring your appetites." He placed an armband on you and gives your neck a nom. The armband is to remiand you of your "date", while thebnom hgives a hint of what is to come. More than likely this will be your last day on this world, knowing wolves.
It isnt until sometime later you realize that. F***. Here all your life you avoided being food, and he just asks you to lunch and your practically screaming eat me?! Whwt was it? The way he asked? Those eyes?
Ah well, there are worse preds. Better set your affairs in order though. So, where to to get ready?
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