His hand roughly gripped your hair, keeping you beside him as he brushed his fur, his ginger and cream fur shimmering in the rooms sunlight “So you get sacrificed to me,” He started lowly, putting his brush down on the coffee table next to him “And they said it was to spare their family” He growled, yanking you closer by your hair, his ginger fur flaring out and his tail lashing behind him “why the fuck do I remember your face if you’re just a fucking sacrifice!?”