It’ll be weeks on weeks of the most filthy, debaucherous stuff and just when you’re like I’ve had enough of this degenerate, he comes in with this:
„The blankets had fallen off and I stared down at her white back, the shoulder blades sticking out as if they wanted to grow into wings, poke through the skin. Little blades. She was helpless.“
— Apr 11, 2026 08:29AM
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