Sired
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Última publicación lun, sep 15, 2014
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"This is for raping me." Punch.
"This is for passing me around to your buddies." Punch.
"This is for pretending to be a nice guy when you're actually a dick." Punch.
"And this, this is just because I fucking hate you." I made sure the last punch was the hardest.
I heard clapping from behind me. I quickly threw the body across the room and turned around. I didn't even hear the door open.
"Very dramatic. I applaud you."
I didn't expect to see him. I didn't expect to see the man with the piercing blue eyes. He stood before me dressed in all black. His black hair was messy and wild. His stance was relaxed.
"What do you want?" I questioned.
He smirked.
"You."
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