As night fell, I began to crave the sweet, delicious, savory taste of donuts. As tradition to my race of donut wolves. We must hang donuts on strings like our ancestors. We hang the donuts on the strings to lure humans to play at parties. Once a human completely eats one of the donuts they are put into a deep sleep where some of our agents will remove them from the party. Then they are brought to the basement of hell to be fucked. Then the humans are broght back to become donut wolves. If I knew that days ago I would have never gone to that party.
