He pushed up from the couch and stood, a vengeful angel hiding its corruption in beauty. “You haven’t begun to suffer, Nico. I want you on your belly, sobbing for my mercy. And even then I’d spit on your pitiful soul.”
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He pushed up from the couch and stood, a vengeful angel hiding its corruption in beauty. “You haven’t begun to suffer, Nico. I want you on your belly, sobbing for my mercy. And even then I’d spit on your pitiful soul.”
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Anyone surprised?
Anyone?
Anyone surprised?
Anyone?