Blood drips from my teeth, the metallic taste lingering on my tongue, a testament to the slaughter I’ve wrought. This once proud stronghold now reeks of fear and rot, a fitting throne for two depraved souls such as myself and my dear sister, Q’rek.
She lays waiting, her limbs manacled, yet her gaze burns with defiance. Every inch of her ravaged flesh calls to me, demanding retribution. Soon, she’ll feel the full force of my love, my dominance, as I tear down the walls between us, claiming her as mine.
Here, in the depths of this fetid dungeon, we’ll craft our twisted paradise, where pain and pleasure intertwine, binding us together in a symphony of lust and violence.
I’ll bathe in the blood of those who dared to harm her, marking the birth of our reign. From the ashes of their failed rebellion, we’ll rise, hand in paw, ascendant rulers of a realm consumed by our insatiable desires.
>Soulkyn