29
Apr
17

Thirst

The Darklord demands

How many times?  Thwacked between the legs.  Each time building on earlier pains.  Each time presaged by the dread  ..  the pain  ..  the thought of damage.

Indiferrent.  Uncaring.  She was set on one thing only.  And damn the cost.

 

 

 

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