The Secret Thot Society

Do you see those Arctic Wolves with spikes everywhere? You most likely do. You see, wearing a black spike with an arctic wolf is pretty common in AJ. "Why?" you ask. Well, truth is, these black long wearing wolves are part of a secret society called the "Secret Thot Society" or the STS. How do I know? I was formerly part of it. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Darling Jellyclaws, and this is my story.

Chapter 1 - Sacrifices
I sat down near the burning fire, watching the leader of the STS give us a speech. "Alright fellow thots, your job is to gather as many average jammers as possible, and either torture them until they become a STS member, or sacrifice them to the flames of the thot god Aparri." said our leader. We all nodded accordingly. I felt a little queasy. We're burning jammers? I thought about the objective of the STS. Our leader's plan was to kill the Alphas (except for the edgelord), commiting genocide on all non-thots, and renaming Jamaa to Thot World. Our plan seemed a bit odd, but I willingly worked towards our goal. After all, if the leader succeeded in their plans, they promised all of us many benefits. Since I was basically broke, why not join the STS? After all, it's the only way I can get back on my feet. Anyways, we set out into Jamaa, wearing our disguises. I knew the drill. In the crowd of traders and advertisers, I exclaimed "Giveaway my den through den portal! No trust!" in the middle of the crowd. Little did these unsuspecting idiots know, the portal would lead to our secret lair hidden in the depths of Balloosh. 22 people in my den, coming and going. Hah. Once my den emptied, I head straight to the secret lair. I saw 40 different jammers, lined up. They were all getting tortured. "Join the STS or die!" exclaimed many members. I couldn't help but cringe at the sight of 40 jammers getting tortured. How was this gonna forward our plans at all? Attempting to change my thoughts, I headed towards a white bunny wearing a pair of glasses, screaming with fright. "Your choice. Become a thot arctic wolf, or die." I commanded. The bunny blinked, before saying "Die.". She wanted to die? Alright. I led the bunny to a fire pit, and shoved her in it. She screamed. I saw her body turn into ashes, burning out as any sign of her soul had disappeared. I felt a sense of guilt and remorse, before quickly smiling with delight. It was fun watching her burn, despite the wrongness behind it. Still, my guilt traveled back to me, and I winced. Why did I do this damn job? Why couldn't I become a grocery store clerk or something? "No." I thought. It was simply too much to quit. I stared at my fur as dark as Greely's soul, and adjusted my neon teal bow and arrows. I glanced one more time at my shiny black spiked collar, before moving on to the next person, just waiting to die a painful death.

What do you think of my horribly written story? Leave your thoughts down below. Finally, who do you suspect to be the leader of the Secret Thot Society?