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Torin-Shattered: Way Down We Go (Part 1)

Chapter 8 Torin-Shattered: Way Down We Go (part 1)

Word Count: 1091    |    Released on: 23/09/2024

n the middle of bum-fuck Egypt! Nonetheless, we kept moving forward in between Eucalyptus trees that smelled

mouth as I peered at what had to be the largest org

er bikes, and I found myself growling out a, "No! NO WAY! Just turn thi

A grin stole across his lips and he gave a small shake of his head, murmuring,

n all states of dress. I was unable, but to let my eyes roam

hell, Rook?" before stuttering out, "Surely you don't expect me to...to.

d us, a laugh ripped loose from his chest as he exclaimed, "Oh shit, woman...we're just having a blow-o

ing just what I was walking into. I knew all about the walk of shame, I'd been there, done that. H

erformed around us. I'd always felt I was damned liberated and open minded, hell, I'd worked in a damn strip club fo

, getting it on together, and the list just went on and on. Hell, I wouldn't have been surprised to see a donkey somewhere within the mix! Then, when I thought I'd seen all there was to be seen, and

ing, "Come on, big-eyes, I think your se

raise a leg and kick a couple out of our way, muttering, "Damn Cappie, get your scrawny ass out of the way," as

ouple, who seemed to have not paid the least attention to Rook's words

us. However, the jarring thought it was highly possible I'd find the same type of behavior, if not worse, occurring on the other side of the door as what I'

at the scene behind us. "What do you think the chances are of finding that," I

my face, Rook murmured, "You're really unco

ment! Shit, Rook, I've seen animals in the zoo wi

answer my question, a deep, gravelly, somewhat hoarse voice

ed face of a man I had a hard time deciding whether

s forehead wasn't where the damage to his features ended, for separating its way from its mother, was a child mutilation, which ran downward and sliced a quarter

nted the otherwise perfection of his flesh in puckered whelps, which flowed their way over his stomach and abs in harmonized rivers that trailed off beneath the waistband of his jeans. Though the scars weren't fresh

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