Hurt our little Optimus.

Atlas pov

I want to rip out her throat. I want to claw her eyes out so badly, it’s making me feel giddy. And on top of that, Lenox is growing really damn turned on by the view of Sarah, struggling to breathe.

Isn’t it funny how we love her with all our being, yet for some reason, her pain excites us? Sick fucks, that’s what we are. Not that any of us cares.

Maybe only As does, but since she doesn’t have a dick, I don’t think her opinion matters.

To some we are monsters, some think of us as feral, some call us an animal. Well then, welcome to our freakshow.

A sudden wave of pure euphoria runs through our entire being as Lenox adds more pressure to her throat. He won’t let me choke her since he fears the possibility of going too far, so this will do for now.

As Lazarus appears next to us, he tries to place a hand on Lenox's shoulder. “Lenox,” he whispers the name as if he’s approaching a cornered animal.

I don’t pay him much attention. The family drama doesn’t concern me, but I sur