The Hell of Games
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Last published Fri, Sep 6, 2019
Chatting through the woods on a Friday evening , two brunettes named Natasha Beverly and Teresa Graves were doing.
"Did you see Chloe and her stupid little crew try and stand up to us!"
More giggles fill the woods, but a man-like figure dress in all black was following.
"Hey, do you here that?". Teresa manage to say after their laughing fit.
No- Natasha begin to speak before both of their mouth and nose areas were covered with a chloroform rag, eventually knocking them both out.
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