Crack, crack, crack.
More screams follow, then breathless, agonized cries.
Famine crouches next to Rocha and laughs. “You’re not going to die, Heitor. You haven’t begged enough yet. But you will. And even then I’ll make you linger. Because, believe it or not, you are not the worst thing to walk this earth.
The Reaper leans in close. “I am.”
Holy shiiiiit
— Oct 03, 2020 03:54AM
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