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We need a Razoff dating simulator.
MAKE IT HAPPEN UBISOFT![]()
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Razoff looks at you longingly, breathing heavily as he laid on top of you. He had tripped and fallen while taking you out of your cage for your daily walk, but neither of you moved. There was no motion for you to shove him off, and no action from him to stand back up and brush himself off.
It had been three days since you first fell upon his mansion doorstep, muddied by the Bog of Murk. Your feet are shackled, and they clank around your ankle bones uncomfortably with even the slightest movements. At first you assumed the Count had brought you into his abode with the intent of having your hide furnish his trophy room, but the more time you spent with him, the more you wondered if much more was going on deep inside of his heart and yours. It started with a word to each other here and there, then to an exchange, then to pleasant conversation you would never expect from prey and its hunter. Perhaps....love?
I both needed to see this and both desperately need to unsee it now befaure I get scarred for life. Thank you for this terrifying masterpiece.