"Master, just tell me what you want; all I have is yours! Wealth? Take it! House? Take it! Land? Take it, I don't care! I will be your dog, your puppy, your cat, whatever you want! I will peddle my son's rear, hell, I will even peddle my rear if that's your command! Just let me live!" Olaf wept, yet still smacked his now bleeding forehead on the ground.
Fleshcrafting Technomancer (Hiatus)
Fantasy · Devil_Paragon
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