Teeth Out And Growling ||Gerbert||
He grins and I suddenly notice the wolf child in him; canines shiny, lips ruby and reflective like he's put on chapstick. My thoughts - sludge or slime - slosh about with nothing concrete to grab onto, just the steady buzz of panic. The Polaroid is tiny, but it's clear who are the two men in it; tattoos betray him and...
Erwachseneninhalt
