Sweet poison
I felt a different type of rage that instant, knowing I was in the same environment with the monster that ordered the killing of an entire family, not leaving a suckling baby out of his wrath.
“prenditi cura di Essere la mia puttana state,” a voice behind me said, as his hand brushes over my skin opened at the back.
(Care to be my whore tonight?)
I was irritated and felt very angry with his indecent touch and choice of words. On a normal day, a punch from me will fix his fat jaws, and a twisting of his fingers will teach him to keep his hands to himself next time.
“toggle le Tue Sporcle m**i di Rosso in Questo secondo,” a familiar voice said behind me, as everywhere seem to be suddenly quie