“Kill me.” Damian grumbled miserably over the toilet as he begged for the torture to end. His stomach lurched and he found himself worshipping the porcelain god. He was raised by assassins; trained by the best masters in the world there were little that could stop him or torment him…until today.
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Tuesday, January 3, 2012
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