Mi Héroe 1/2
anonymous
September 2 2009, 02:04:33 UTC
He was blindfolded and his hands tied, his stomach pushed harshly against a table, forcing the breath out of him. He could smell bitter brine, mixed with the acrid stench of old blood and bile. His clothes were heavily torn, stiff with salt, and presumably as grimy as they felt against his skin. He heard a low, crooning laugh from behind him, and his stomach clenched. No. Not here. Not again
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It's always nice to see Lovino caring about Spain. ♥♥
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