A autobiography about a reaper, which has been abused for its sperm

From slither, your slithery dododex author

Hhh.. God. How long has it been since I’ve burrowed down throughout the ground? I hate this metal underneath my claws all the time. They always keep coming for something, they whip me and so when I think I die and then I spread my sperm inside them for a new generation, they stop. All I can hear sometimes is the screams of other queens and my sons. The gargling of blood, the damp stench of metal, the hunger i feel is immaculate. I NEED TO EAT SOMETHING.