The Remedy by Crimson Quintessence

Sit there, if you will, whimpering in your dark little corner. I can hear your knees knocking together from here on my perch. Your yellow drug-stained teeth, rattling together like a broken awning swinging in high winds. I can even hear the rush of air from your sphincter clenching shut. Guess that worries you some, considering where... Continue Reading →

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