Pain wracked the form. The lack of adrenaline no longer no numbed the nerves. You curled and writhed in Karen’s arms. Bleeding out over the Corinthian leather. The pain was sharp, unyielding, like someone was constantly stabbing your stomach over and over. She cradled your head against her chest. Stroking your hair in some vain … Continue reading The Mob goes Wild 8Read More...
Catching my breath, “The Fuck were you thinking, Gojira?” I yelled.
“I just saved your life, you Ungrateful Monkey!”, she snarled back.’
“I didn’t want your help, Tinker Toad!” I return.
“Hairless Ape!” She volleyed back.
“Tree Hatched Shell Slime!”
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Lots of typoes
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