Unspoken Truths - Book 2
Surprisingly, the air isn’t heavy with rust or mold; it’s sweet, almost artificially so.
“This place, it used to be storage for… how you say… sex movie junk,” Svetlana sneers, her voice thick with a Russian accent and cruel amusement. “P**n people keep dirty toys and machines here. Maybe if you dig, Maximus, you find something to warm up little ice princess, da?” She lets out another sharp, mocking laugh.
“Watch your mouth, whore.” Max growls. “She’s a queen… Maybe you and one of your fat fucks should use the room, you’re so damn twisted, I bet you haven’t been laid in months. Not since Franco, right?”
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