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Here's a little something Halloween-y. Enjoy! :3

Links:

Dirty Feet:
drive.google.com/open?id=1gqSp…

Clean Feet:
drive.google.com/open?id=1mKIO…

Brandon uselessly struggled against the chains and stocks, calling to the attention of someone to help. Unfortunately to his despair, he could only hear the faint sounds of laughter echoing through the cold and hollow dungeon. "What is the source of this laughter," he thought. "What sense of joy could come from a place such as this?"

The minutes went on, and the tension grew. The laughter showed no signs of stopping. In fact, the sounds grew louder. From giggles, to cackles, to screams. This was no ordinary tell of someone having a good time. Perhaps it was something more sinister. Ideas went through his mind, formulating a reason for these circumstances. He felt his feet bare, and his body helplessly exposed. Moments later, he thought of the only thing that could be happening to the tormented prisoner.

Brandon began to growl through his gag, shake his head and squirm his body, trying to break himself out. "What's going on in there," a voice yelled from the outside. The mysterious being opens a panel on a door which grinds with a metallic screech. "Oh! Looks like we have an impatient wolf here! Don't worry. You're next!"

The minutes turned to hours. Desperate laughter persisted. At any moment it would be his turn. No way to prepare for such an unbearable act. He knew one thing, that this was no laughing matter.

Description
Here's a little something Halloween-y. Enjoy! :3

Links:

Dirty Feet:
drive.google.com/open?id=1gqSp…

Clean Feet:
drive.google.com/open?id=1mKIO…

Brandon uselessly struggled against the chains and stocks, calling to the attention of someone to help. Unfortunately to his despair, he could only hear the faint sounds of laughter echoing through the cold and hollow dungeon. "What is the source of this laughter," he thought. "What sense of joy could come from a place such as this?"

The minutes went on, and the tension grew. The laughter showed no signs of stopping. In fact, the sounds grew louder. From giggles, to cackles, to screams. This was no ordinary tell of someone having a good time. Perhaps it was something more sinister. Ideas went through his mind, formulating a reason for these circumstances. He felt his feet bare, and his body helplessly exposed. Moments later, he thought of the only thing that could be happening to the tormented prisoner.

Brandon began to growl through his gag, shake his head and squirm his body, trying to break himself out. "What's going on in there," a voice yelled from the outside. The mysterious being opens a panel on a door which grinds with a metallic screech. "Oh! Looks like we have an impatient wolf here! Don't worry. You're next!"

The minutes turned to hours. Desperate laughter persisted. At any moment it would be his turn. No way to prepare for such an unbearable act. He knew one thing, that this was no laughing matter.