(Author's POV)
"Did you see this, how excited my meat is getting to be inside your slimy hole, you whore. Be grateful human, that a rogue wolf like my status is even fucking a human cunt like yours," he snorted while touching his crotch from above his pants.
Myra hysterically cried for help, her pleas desperate and induced with pain, "Somebody ….. save me, please .... e. Help me, please." She was crawling slowly in order to escape, but her attempt was futile.
The rogue wolves started laughing at her jarring, battered state. It was making them more excited and thrilled. The tattooed guy bent down and grabbed her ankle sharply, pulling her roughly, "Alright chick, it's time for our meal. Mm~ hmmmm …... I will enjoy you to the fullest."
