Sonnet_Angel
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“Quackity.” Schlatt's piercing red irises stared over at his Vice President, hands folded and fingers neatly intertwined on his dark oak desk. The younger male glanced over, the dark voice nearly surprising him as he put his hands to his side.
“Yes, Schlatt?”
“You're my Vice President now, Quackity. Do you know what that means?” The goat hybrid's lips formed a sinister smirk, eyes showing longing as it was almost as if he were staring at the young man through his clothing, imagining what he looked like underneath as he bit his lip. He watched as Quackity shook his head, rather curious of what his Emperor's next sentence may be.
“It means you now live to satisfy me, Quackity. Come, let me show you what you're capable of.”