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Chapter 17 Do You Like Pain

Lazarus de Loughrey

Her face flushed, her eyes blown in trepidation and rage. She was transcendent at my mercy.

“W-what, I have no connection with them.”

Pressing her cheeks tightly together, puckering her pillowed lips. “Why else would you make those weapons if it wasn’t for them.” I mused.

The nip...