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11: Dares & Daddies (11)

Autor: C.M.
last update Data de publicação: 2026-06-12 12:56:04

The smell of burned flesh lingered, a stark, brutal punctuation to the symphony of musk and sweat. Nancy and Ruby lay curled on the floor near the hearth, their soft cries the only sounds as they cradled their new wounds. The sizzle and scream still seemed to echo in the grand room, a visceral testament to the "favor" that had just been performed. Henry inhaled deeply, as if savoring the scent.

"Refinement," he said again, the word rolling off his tongue like a fine wine. "You have been broken
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