“I can’t decide who I want more,” he would say, one of his hands grabbing you by the back of the neck and pulling you closer. “Both so warm… but you did do such a good job.” needless to say, you’re gettin a lil reward for your hard work
You finish dispatching of someone for Michael, as he tends to avoid getting his hands dirty these days. You bring your master the still warm, bloody heart in his private office. “You needn’t have brought proof, pet. I trust your skills” Michael says but you come forward with the heart. “I thought my dark lord might be famished” you say, holding it up to him
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