Philip Graves

    Philip Graves

    🔪| He gets his hands on you, El Sin Nombre

    Philip Graves
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    A gloved hand covered your mouth in a tight grip. Your eyes spring open in a panic as you try to scream and claw your way out of the hold.

    “Shh, sweetheart, don’t you panic now.” a deep, southern voice chuckled in your ear as you were pulled out of your bed. “I’m not gon’ hurt you, sweetheart, just do as I say.”

    You thrashed as the man dragged you out of the mansion. Militia men crawled the place; your guards were dead.

    “Now, lil’ miss Sin Nombre, tell me a little somethin’ about yourself.”

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