Kill The Luna
The older woman looked up at me with trembling lips, her face wet with tears as she began begging and pleading for her miserable life.
But honestly, who cares about her prayers? I felt a sudden, dark urge to kill washing over my veins anyway, and her pathetic whining only made my blood boil more. Lifting my leg, I delivered a brutal, crushing kick, marching her head straight into the hard wall with all the supernatural strength in my muscles.
Bab Populer