Husky pov
I get home and lug Barthemew into my shed. I tie him down with ropes. All of my saws, knives, and shit that can hurt people in plain view.
I'm ultimately pissed. About Harry. About Obama. About getting the wrong kid. So why not take some anger out on him. The battering will just tenderize the meat....yeah sure we'll just go with that and not that I'm a pretty little psycho.
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The Culinary Massacre
RomanceMe and my friend wrote this as a way to make fun of our culinary teacher. Enjoy :) ⚠️Warning⚠️ Smut, and lots of it CANNON ENDING ON @frogz3210 ACCOUNT NOW WITH A CHARACTER AI FOR MR HUSKEY!!!!!!
