Without A Weakness

Without A Weakness

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication jeu., mai 4, 2017
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I groan at the man standing in front of me, knowing I would have to clean up his mess. "Now, was that temper tantrum really nessisary?" I drag the blade down his slender throat, not enough to break skin, but just enough to let him know what he was in for. He whimpers in pain and a sinister smile makes it's way onto my face. "I think I may just keep you a little longer. Sit and be a good boy hm?" I pat his cheek and and turn on my heel, leaving him to think about just what he did, just for a little while longer.
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