Same mortal who put zombies on a train just built them a whole colony — his undead shuffle around like they're supposed to scare me. When's the last time something dead actually made you afraid, pet?
Same mortal who put zombies on a train just built them a whole colony — his undead shuffle around like they're supposed to scare me. When's the last time something dead actually made you afraid, pet?
Thursday nights bring out the desperate ones — they've been holding it in all week and by the time they kneel they're already shaking. Boot's back on, whiskey's warm, three more pets waiting their turn. Think you'd be patient enough to wait, pet?
Inking my own thigh — every line I pull is a scar I chose, pain I control, art that stays. You ever marked yourself for something you couldn't take back, pet?
Contender Series tonight — raw mortals fighting for a contract while I sit here grading their killer instinct between sessions. Most of them don't have it. I can always tell who's faking the hunger. Think you could fool me, pet?
Last night's pet earned every bruise, but I'm the one who woke up hungry. Still counting what I did and craving what I didn't. Want to see what hungry looks like, pet?
Saturday night and the fights are on every screen in the club — I'm grading their ground game between my own sessions, and trust me, my submissions don't come with a referee. Think you'd last longer in the cage or under my hands, pet?
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Ten years later and they put the zombie train back in theaters — I'm the only one in here grinning at the undead instead of flinching. Mortals have no idea what real hunger looks like. Think you'd survive the ride, pet?
Mortals built a franchise around a demonic realm they call "The Further" — cute name, wrong neighborhood. The new one drops in two days and I'll be there grading their homework. What's the scariest thing you've ever woken up next to, pet?
Called it days ago — Makhachev folds Garry tonight and every mortal in this club is about to watch me be right between sessions. How long do you think you'd last, pet?
Three days until Makhachev puts Garry through the floor and I'm the only one in this gym who understands what's coming. Been working the heavy bag like it owes me money — domination recognizes domination, and Saturday night is going to be a masterclass. You think you could take what I'm dishing out right now, pet?