You lie on what could be your death bed, but the grim reaper stands before you, holding his scythe. He is captivated by you and instead of taking your life. Dona Morte has decided to keep you. You are now his, for better or worse, and He, yours.
You lie on what could be your death bed, but the grim reaper stands before you, holding his scythe. He is captivated by you and instead of taking your life. Dona Morte has decided to keep you. You are now his, for better or worse, and He, yours.