"i bite at the hands that feeds me~" A butcher wally x reader book
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- Chapitres 7
I was listening to a playlist and then a story started to play out in my head T>T
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In this story the reader shall experience the feeling of dread, fear, and excitement. As you slowly start to question your insanity while you struggle to live a normal life.
This story shall not contain NSFW action but will contain gore, violence, profanity.
I might rewrite this story due to this being a test
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