The moment has arrived. They give one another one last moment to think things through and back out. Both of them can see the fire in the eyes of one another. They know they’re committed to indulging in their sickest and most twisted kinks.
There’s a moment of silence, as they just stare at one another, both knowing there’s no going back. They’re voluntarily choosing to turn into monsters and to hunt boys down like sport. They want this. They need this. They were born for this.
They even have their first target chosen. Welcome to The Daily Hunt, where we believe that fucking is a game of “hunt or be hunted.” There are no rules, there is no consent. Like and DM if you’re ready to join us and to Unleash & Feast©️2020
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