"Please, Vrishank," Elara whispered, her voice trembling. "I couldn't stop thinking about it. I’ve been so empty. I’m so hungry for you. For both of you. Please, don't make me wait any longer."

"You think you’re ready for this?" Vrishank asked, stepping into the room and letting the door slam shut behind him. "You think your pathetic, tight little body can handle what we’re going to do to you tonight? Look at him, Elara. Tommy hasn't been fed, and he’s been smelling your scent through the door for miles. He’s agitated. He’s mean. Are you ready to be his toy?"