Death Wolf
Gulping, Zander stared at the three heads torn apart from the bodies lying in the dark slime, the only thing recognizable in the room.
The skulls were getting disintegrated. Slowly burning, going down, submerging in the acid like black substance.
And he gulps. Daring, he lifts his eyes to look at the source of all this chaos.
The girl who stood in the center of the slime with her head lowered, her wet hair veiling her face. The skin he was kissing and caressing a few hours ago was pale, white as a ghost. The worn out hoodie she wore every day was red with blood. Torn from places like someone tried to force her.
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