Malice: Osiris

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Parts 14
Time 3h 32m

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I thought I was already in hell-until he showed me a malice with a face I couldn't escape, and eyes that watched from every shadow.

By then, I was already his.

And that's when I lost myself to the abyss.All Rights Reserved

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