slaughterhouse horror bloody

Author: wangdad
Word count: 11939
When the little wolf plunged into this ocean full of stockings of various colors, he was completely obsessed with them. He opened his eyes and couldn’t see anything. He could only see that in the light above his head, countless pairs of stockings were reflected in rainbow spots, filling his little body with the colors of the stockings. He took a deep breath and sniffed hard, and he could inhale the fragrance of his mother’s feet in the stockings with just one sip. The fascinated, mature, and sexy woman’s body odor, the little wolf couldn’t help but think back to his mother’s daily work. He would always hide in the corner like his brothers when he was walking, watching his mother’s movements, looking at his favorite stockings, imagining what it would be like to be worn and stepped on by his mother’s feet. From the outside, this wooden box full of stockings doesn’t look very big, but when I jumped in, it seemed like a real ocean with bottomless depths. The little wolf started to flop and explore here as if swimming, and didn’t even want to go out from here, imagining that if he could die here, it must be the happiest thing. But he was still a child after all. After a while, he felt that breathing gradually became difficult. These stockings looked beautiful, but they were deadly rose thorns, hiding murderous intent. Facing the crisis of his life, the little wolf still felt scared. He began to try to use his hands to stretch out the level of the stockings to get oxygen. At this time, he felt a powerful force stepping on the top of his head, and then easily wiped out his hope of survival in an instant. Then, he also felt a similar powerful force in his stomach, and stepped him back to the bottom of the wooden box. . At this time, the little wolf heard his mother’s voice: “My dear son, do you like mother’s stockings so much? You wish you could drown in them, but if you like it, you will like it to death. How can you run outside because of suffocation?