Sickly exclaims at the apex, and the bindings are made to burn like boiling water poured over flesh and inspected by owner. Poked, prodded, and reprimanded she begins to voice her anguish. Apex follows this with discipline. Brings pain to the pet.
Pet? Pet?! I am not your pet.
Screaming she flails at the apex. Her eyes wide with fury, there are no thoughts in her head now. Kill your master. Her master backs away as she lunges forward. She falls and then she crashes to the ground. Kill your master.
Kill owner.
Kill your owner. Kill your master.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
