The room was cold.
Sergei’s knees ached as they pressed against the unforgiving concrete floor, pinned beneath him as he knelt. The air in the basement room was stale, chill, raising goosebumps on his bare arms and prickling the hairs on the back of his neck. His wrists were trapped behind him with a length of rope, the rough
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*excuses herself to go and stand infront of the AC for alitle while*
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*licks*
Just when I was wangsting lack of fic by you, too. Heh.
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*pets*
I know, my bunnies have been on crack lately. *sighs, pokes them* Plus the NHL/NW AU has been, like, heroin. Oof.
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How did I not find this before? Seriously. Where in the hell have I been?!
I love you and your writing and god dammit, woman, you owe me a new pair of sweatpants! *flails*
I just...Nnnnn. Holy shit.
Ima go curl up in a corner and be incoherent now. ♥
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