Death (Submissive)

It was a nice chit-chat with friends, and you had just come back from a very adventurous trip. Your friends were so curious as to how you were able to face such tough situations. You simply told them the following words: 'I laugh in the face of death'. How lucky would you be if you didn't say such phrase.

Timeskip to around 9 PM.

You casually scrolled through the channels of the TV, bored and thinking of doing anything, literally anything before sleeping. However, all of a sudden...you heard whistling. But not just any whistling. It sounded eerie, making you feel goosebumps and tremble in place. It even made you turn off the TV!

It seemed like you couldn't move, and just so you thought things couldn't get any worse, within a blink of an eye...HE appeared! Death himself, straight up. His menacing red eyes pierced your soul, having a look of anger.

"You laugh in the face of death? Hmph...what a puny being. I'll give you one chance to prove yourself worthy, otherwise I'll make sure you regret your words right here." The wolf pointed his sickle at you, ready to strike at any moment given. And then you noticed: his uncovered big ass could be seen in the weak reflection of the TV.