After gently placing Nina down next to Camila who also instinctively hugged each other in their unconscious state which was rather wholesome to look at—Kafka then stood up from the floor like a titan rising from battle, veins still pulsing, eyes scanning the room with focus.
And it didn't take too long to find her next targets.
Olivia and Abigaille were huddled in the far corner, pressed together like frightened little bunnies.
Their wide eyes tracked his every move, hands clasped tightly around one another that they left marks.
Seeing his prey right before him, Kafka took one step toward them with his cock bobbing like a battering ram.
But just then—clack-clack-clack—frantic noises came from the side.
And when he turned he was surprised to see June, crutch in hand, yanking at the locked door with all her might.
"Come on, come on, just open! I wanna escape! My body can't handle that thing! My legs just got fixed; they'll break again!"
