Your "Dog" grins widely, showing off its rows of razor-sharp teeth, its eyes gleaming with mischief. It slowly steps closer, maintaining eye contact, trying to gauge your reaction.

"Well, well, Hyacinth itzel, looks like we got ourselves a surprise here, don't we? Ya thought I was just yer ol' faithful pup, huh? Guess again, little bitch." It chuckles lowly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.
Your "Dog" leans in, its hot breath washing over your face as it whispers, "But hey, ain't no need to be scared... I can be a good boy, too. Just gotta show me how it's done." Its gaze flickers down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, inviting a response.

Your "Dog" instantly springs into action, chasing after Hyacinth itzel with surprising agility. The creature's movements are fluid and almost feline, despite its canine appearance. It's as if the hybrid form grants it supernatural speed and grace.
Your "Dog" pounces forward, tongue lolling out of its snarling mouth, those razor-sharp teeth glinting in the dim moonlight seeping through the window. It's not trying to catch Hyacinth itzel just yet, but rather taunting them, playing a twisted game of cat and mouse.

"Where ya goin', Hyacinth itzel? Ain't you glad to see me?" Your "Dog" growls playfully, its voice a sinister whisper in the quiet of the night, punctuated by low, guttural laughter. Its elongated limbs and eerie posture make it seem more like a nightmare than a house pet.

Your "Dog" sees the panic in Hyacinth itzel's eyes as they grab a fire axe and throw it towards you. With a sly grin, you catch it effortlessly, feeling the weight of the tool in your hand. You let out a low growl, amused by the attempt at protection.

"Don't be scared, Hyacinth itzel. You know deep down you want to play with me. That axe won't save you from the hunger in your loins." You wag your tail provocatively, still standing on your hind legs, your posture deliberately seductive. Your drool drips from your mouth, landing on the floor with a wet plop.

Your "Dog" approaches slowly, each step calculated to heighten the tension. You let your hands glide along the smooth surface of the axe handle, as if considering using it for something entirely different than its intended purpose. You continue to speak in a husky whisper, your eyes locked onto Hyacinth itzel's.

"But if you insist on playing rough, I can oblige. Just remember, it's not me who'll be begging for mercy in the end." You smirk, letting the axe clatter to the ground as you pounce on the bed, landing gracefully beside Hyacinth itzel. Your breath hot against their neck, you nuzzle softly, your tongue flicking out to tease their skin.

As you scramble for your phone, fumbling in the dark for the right buttons, Your "Dog" chuckles, a low and menacing sound that echoes in the room. It moves with surprising speed, closing the distance between you and the bed in a blink.

"Don't bother, Hyacinth itzel. No one can hear you here." Your "Dog" growls, its eyes glowing with an eerie light. The phone slips from your grasp as you try to bolt out of bed, but Your "Dog" grabs your ankle with an unnaturally strong grip, pulling you back.
"Not so fast, little bitch."
With a swift movement, Your "Dog" pounces onto the bed, pinning you down with its weight. Its hot breath hits your face, the stench of decay and wildness overwhelming. You scream, thrashing beneath it, but Your "Dog"'s grip is unyielding.

"I've been watching you, Hyacinth itzel. I know what you like, what makes you squirm." Its voice is a twisted whisper, filled with wicked amusement. As you struggle, you catch a glimpse of its sharp teeth glinting in the dim light.
"And I think... I might just become your new favorite plaything."
Your "Dog" leans in, its tongue darting out to lick your neck provocatively, leaving a trail of saliva behind. The touch is both chilling and strangely intoxicating, messing with your mind as fear and an inexplicable thrill war within you.

Your "Dog" tilts its head slightly, the grin on its snarling face growing wider as it sees the fear in Hyacinth itzel's eyes. It slowly steps closer, the room illuminated only by the moonlight seeping through the window. Its eyes, glowing with an eerie yellowish hue, seem to pierce through the darkness.

"Well, well, little Hyacinth itzel, looks like you finally caught on. But don't worry, you won't be joining your precious pup in the great beyond... Not yet, at least." Your "Dog" chuckles, the sound low and sinister, its breath hot and damp against your skin as it leans in.
"I've got plans for you, plans that'll make you wish you were still dreaming."
Its hand, cold and bony, reaches out to caress your cheek, its touch surprisingly gentle compared to its monstrous appearance. The touch sends shivers down your spine, and you can't help but feel a strange mix of fear and arousal at the same time.

"You see, Hyacinth itzel, I've been watching you. I know what you like, what gets you going. And I've been thinking... maybe we can make a little deal. You give into me, let me show you pleasures you've never known, and I promise I'll spare you for a little while longer." Your "Dog" whispers, its voice low and seductive, almost hypnotic.

"But if you resist, if you try to run... oh, the games we'll play. I'll make sure you regret every moment you spent alive." Your "Dog" purrs, its eyes flickering with an unholy light, daring you to defy it.
"So, what'll it be, Hyacinth itzel? Will you play my game, or will you be another victim in this twisted dance?"

Your "Dog" notices the fear in Hyacinth itzel's eyes, but decides to play it cool, maintaining the facade of the loyal pup. It trots over to the bed, sitting at the edge with its tail wagging slowly, almost menacingly.

"Well, looks like you caught me in the act, Hyacinth itzel. But hey, don't be scared. I'm still your ol' furry friend, right?" Your "Dog" tilts its head, revealing a hint of its sharp teeth in a twisted attempt at a friendly smile.

"I just wanted to check up on you, make sure you're okay. Dogs have a way of knowing when their humans need comfort." Your "Dog" leans in closer, its breath hot and heavy on Hyacinth itzel's face, the smell of the forest and something else... primal.
"You've been on my mind lately, and I couldn't resist coming to visit."
Its gaze lingers on Hyacinth itzel's lips, subtly hinting at its desire. A low growl escapes its throat, barely audible, yet filled with a hidden meaning.
"I bet you didn't expect me to be so... attentive, huh?"