“Ahhh.” Screams rang from the cave walls—pleas, like garnish for their suffering. They all beg for me to let them go. A burn in my throat ignites, “I’ll be a good boy.” I attempt to mimic this bratty…
This site does not allow itself to be embedded. You can still read it on the original site — the toolbar below keeps your place in the directory.
Prologue
Comments
Nothing yet. Say the first thing.
Sign in to join the conversation.