But I Don’t Really Care How Bad It Hurts

* Happy New Month of March!!

[HAWI]

"Are you sure we got the right tooth?"

"His mouth is too small!"

"Well, I have a butcher knife to make it open up real fast and easy."

"Alright then. I'll hold him down and you'll slice his mouth across. I need to get all four of his wisdom teeth."

"On the count of three alright?"

"Fine… Three!"

If there was a pairing that was proof that the moon goddess had to be high on opium or shit when she was creating, then it had to be the two women in the dungeons under Hawi's bed. They were the kind of bad that even the devil ran from.

Somehow in the past two days that they had been left unsupervised, they had spent the entire day fucking each other like rabbits, only to lock their scent in the room while they spent the night in the dungeons, torturing Atticus, Jer and using Kurt as their plaything.