The quay jumped and stood at my feet.
“The master is dead. ” We keep the phallus!
“Hey, hey. . . What are you talking about?”
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And then a rod of twisted wood appeared in my field of vision, crowned with a dark brown object, like an eggplant.
I screamed, moving my legs more tightly. Well, just not this – not rape by an old dried-up member of a long-dead demon!