Sukuna Ripping Shirt Novels & Stories

“I want to see the video of that fucker burning alive without dying, removed the skin without giving a chance to pass out, pull all its nails from feet to hands and teeth” “A driver who doesn't know how to use its own four wheels! Should not be given useful limbs, hammered his joints after all the nails are gone! You got me?!” Shaun gulped his saliva, pulling the neckline of his shirt after pressing the recording done, getting scared from what Rikko wanted to happen. “Got it?” Rikko repeat himself. “Cough cough cough” Shaun choked on his saliva after gulping it down, how ruthless was that, good thing his on his good side.

Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand. Damon's hair was cropped close to his head, emphasizing the sharp lines of his features. The sun glinted off his skin, highlighting the definition of his muscles beneath the fitted t-shirt he wore, which clung to his chest and arms in a way that showcased his physique without being overly tight. His jeans were well-worn and fit him perfectly, completing the look of effortless cool.