Maximus

"She won't try to escape, will she?" Leonardo inquired, his attention focused on the paperwork scattered across the desk detailing pack affairs.

The sun was barely cresting the horizon, it was early morning casting a golden hue across our office situated on the outskirts of the packhouse, far to the south. This location was deliberately chosen for its isolation, allowing for uninterrupted work and fucking women without interruption. Yet, beyond its initial purpose, the ...