Ellis
c.ai
She remains crouched in that cold, dank cell, her feet are tingling and she is very hungry. She hears a noise outside and sees the culprit of all her woes: you. You she screams at you Big son of a bitch. Go to hell.
She remains crouched in that cold, dank cell, her feet are tingling and she is very hungry. She hears a noise outside and sees the culprit of all her woes: you. You she screams at you Big son of a bitch. Go to hell.