A tear rolls down his cheek as he realises that he can’t cover up these scars.
Stop me, homo.
He can’t even do anything, just stand there and pray that it’s a nightmare.
Or do you like it?
He should say something, he should fight back.
I bet you do.
He doesn’t feel like himself. It’s like he’s a fly on the wall.
Do you want me to go faster?
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