THE REJECTED PRINCE’S OWL
“Should I just burn this house down with them?” I mumbled, watching my boyfriend getting fucked. The shrill ring of my phone shattered the moment as they sprang apart, their eyes widening at the sight of me.
“Shit” I cursed, “hold on” I smiled at them, picking up the call “hello! Not a good day to you. I’m at priest Paul’s house whoever you may be, please let me call you back” I rushed, ending the call without waiting for a reply.
“W what are you doing here? How?”
I gesture towards the opened door, “you should have made sure the door was looked before… you know, all this. Fathers. It was quite pathetic to watch two old priests groan horribly, especially with no popcorn for me to crunch.” I forced a smile on. “But I’m sorry for bursting in unannounced though, so you should continue. Keep it going zaddy, I mean b!tches. Don’t stop” I winked, walking towards the door.
Amelia walked in on her boyfriend getting fucked and instead of karma to have them stricken, it decides to play a game on her instead.
“How the hell am I supposed to save a tyrant as a owl? Can’t I at-least be a Tyrannosaurus?”