GOMORRAH DADDIES: Desire of Sin
He opens the one he devoured last night, *Your Sire Claims You Completely*.
"Fucking hell," TJ mutters under his breath. They're all here. Every single one.
He closes that file and notices the one dated yesterday, the only one with a title he doesn't recognize. It's called *Your Master Smears Your Blood Good*.
What a title. He has to read it.
TJ opens an incognito browser window, logs into his Drive, and uploads that file. He closes that window, maximizes the grimoire window again, and just as he hears footsteps descending the stairs, slides back to his seat.