I found a hot-tempered but gorgeous “incubus” beside a dumpster. When I drugged and kissed him, he bit through his own tongue just to push me away. So I replaced him with a sweet, obedient blond.
Then one night, my first “pet” knelt on my bed, blindfolded and cuffed.
“Use me, Master... I won’t resist this time.”
Meanwhile, the blond grew dangerously possessive—and both of them seemed to be hiding something terrifying.
I was wondering... Was it too late to return them both?