The S**y Luna's Hot Revenge
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ers and I bet that whoever it is, sh
e door. A minute of silence passes by before a slave girl app
r eyes darting to me once. I see the pity in her eyes for me. We aren't exactly close but we aren't enemies either.
ky
standing in front of me with all the blood too is enough to make her lose consciousness for a while or cry
slave girl, Mila, and with a h
t ch
nes and your somehow seemingly strengthened resolve," Marcus says and turns to Micah and Diana, signaling t
him. An onlooker will think that they are talking about something
"For old time's sake," Marcus
rsh impact but the hits do not come. I c
h for me immediately I do so, punching my arms so hard that I could have sworn that
mind
brat." Diana laughs a pretty one which disgusted me because th
tay after the rampage that cost your Bloodline, you dare pull a hard one on us? Th
rtable position, but at least the cold floor feels a bit better as my wounds press against it, a
y instinct says she is still alive and so does winter star, my wolf. Another
ve. the leaders of the dark wood park are notorious, it will not exactly come as a
her quick healing will be weakened to a dangerously low level, or even stop until a few da
has passed-maybe minutes, or even hours, b
them tells me, and I know that I'm about to be tortured
on the floor. The air reek
cefully tug my cuffs and drag me away, after
ls to an empty room, devoid of anything buhad a
on, Micah, and Diana stroll in
at the end, and in Diana's hand, is t
obbing, but it seems that the adrenaline has fuelled my body just fine. I run around the cell room, looking for an escape route but there is no opening. Diana jogs after me, chasing me with a wide smile on my face, but even with my wounds, I don'
no one is at. Then I see the open cage and run into it. Their laughter
rom his pocket, uncorks it, and hands it to Marcus. Marcus in turn collects it and skips over to my cage. I try to move back but the space is limited. The metalind games
someone shouts, my pain is too se
. The pain shoots directly into my brain. Every fucking flesh, cell, and tissue in my body beg
with another. "So white wolf, I'm about to prepare m
g and tending my wounds. I don
x Dry Ingredients- the flour, baking powder, and baking soda together.
tsk sound a
k, and sour cream." He looks down at me an
pes my mouth, at the feel o
augh
hey take care of themselves." He pauses and signals to Diana who brings a couple of stuff i
it for ten
d cocaine Marcus had dropped on my body. I just curl into a ball as the sensation of the element in my flesh drains me into a stupor. I'm on a low but at the same time hi
id I do to
o close, my body unable to bear