What a disgusting and foul barbarian!
Enjoying his primitive desires with me he tries intimidating me with his loathsomeness and mocking words.
I can feel the pleasure he's taking in this rancid game of his radiating from him.
My mind suddenly explodes in a blaze of wrath as he starts playing my small nipples with the edge of his weapon.
This vile creature will never get what he desires from me!
Gnarling at him in wild rage I ram my head back into his face! Not caring for his sword anymore I rear up in his grip - lifting myself up at his arm around my throat the same instant - and blast my heels into his knees.
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The Life and Death of Sam Crow
- How the Sons of Anarchy lost their way
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