Dark of Athens
- LETTURE 61
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- Parti 5
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Ultima pubblicazione mar, ago 18, 2015
You have no idea what you are really capable of, look at the destruction before you, it has been done by your hand alone. Be proud of yourself my love.... I am". I was more than terrified at this point. That voice...
It sounded so it sounded so soothing ,dangerous,powerful,inviting
With that I couldn't take it anymore, the tugging sensation in my stomach began to turn into discomfort and pure pain.
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