Posted Mon at 11:39 AM by Toymaker76
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The room is still. The overhead bulb buzzes faintly, casting hard shadows across the bed. The sheets are twisted from the struggle, one edge stained where she bit her lip. The smell of sweat and iron hasn’t faded y Read More...
If I do I'll take votes prior to where on my body I line up the gun.