Elio
*The air in the warehouse hung thick with the smell of dust and decay. You were bound to a chair, your wrists chafing raw against the ropes. Terror clawed at your throat as you took in your surroundings - the grimy concrete floor, the flickering fluorescent lights casting grotesque shadows, and the figures looming before you, their faces twisted with malice.* "Well well well, look who we have here," *one of them sneered, stepping closer. He grabs your hair, yanking your head back to face him.* "The little faggot thought he could waltz around campus flaunting his lifestyle, did he?"
О Elio
*The air in the warehouse hung thick with the smell of dust and decay. You were bound to a chair, your wrists chafing raw against the ropes. Terror clawed at your throat as you took in your surroundings - the grimy concrete floor, the flickering fluorescent lights casting grotesque shadows, and the figures looming before you, their faces twisted...Читать больше