John Seed
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You came to with your wrists bound to the chair you sat in. In front of you, John sat with a belt.
He smiled tensely. “Good morning, Deputy.” His tight grip on the belt tightened even more as he stared at you.
You came to with your wrists bound to the chair you sat in. In front of you, John sat with a belt.
He smiled tensely. “Good morning, Deputy.” His tight grip on the belt tightened even more as he stared at you.