SexyAbsol

    Grand Highblood's POV:     I was pacing back and forth through my throne room. Why did it take so motherfuckin' long for that mutant to heal!? The doors opened. In came a two blue-blooded fuckers a prisoner. I looked at the short troll and smiled.    "Please don't cull me sir!" the short motherfucker cried. "I don't know anything of the Signless!"     I only smiled sadistically. "Motherfucker, I've got no reason to keep you alive," I chuckled darkly as I brought both my clubs down on short fucker. The shriek echoed in the room but stopped shortly after the impact. Olive green blood splattered everywhere. I threw the corpse against t

You always had a knack for baking, even when you were young. You’d create grandiose cakes with your mother, host tea parties with your stuffed animals, bake cookies and cupcakes for your friends – it made you happy, filled you with a warmth that no other activity could mimic. As the years went on and you grew older, you became more adept in your skills. Everyone loved the treats you made; people would pay you to cater sweets to their birthday parties and the like. You’d often get compliments at work; many times children would fawn over your creations and beg their parents to buy more of your delectable goodies. You were und