As Decay laid in Exeller's bed, he pondered whether he should get up soon or not. He had himself thinking, as always. "Shit." Decay gotten up and he gotten dressed in a mafia-ish suit. Decay then teleported to Exetior's corridor and leaned on a wall.
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FanfictionThis Story Contains Rape, Abuse, And Sex. Viewer Discretion Is Advised This Is About One Of My OCs And An AU Of Exeller Being Together But Being Split Not Only By Death, But From A Very Overprotective Sister And Abusive Father. Yay! (Fuck My Life As...
