I O - “Nothing,” moaned Christian: a breath of fading ecstasy, borne on the scent of blood. “O Nothing. I would like to rip your throat open.” “Thank you,” said Nothing. He knew this was a compliment.

3:52pm PST - February 28th, 2022

“Nothing,” moaned Christian: a breath of fading ecstasy, borne on the scent of blood. “O Nothing. I would like to rip your throat open.” “Thank you,” said Nothing. He knew this was a compliment.

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