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I shot an orc before he could deal the death blow to Esmerelda, than I killed his steed before it could do the same. My job was to chaperone you to the castle. I don’t know if she’s bipolar, or if she has severe attachment issues, or if she’s just a megalomaniacal nymphomaniac, but something isn’t going right upstairs. “How much longer?” Dog Meat asked, sniffling away her tears. I shuddered to feel the cold metal against me, and whimpered in pleasured anticipation when I felt the point press against my anus. I ruined everything!”
Kiera did another bump of coke off her wrist, and looked at me confusedly. A droplet of blood dribbled from her nose, and pooled upon her gaping lips. I struck the cobblestones with a grunt, the wind shooting from my lungs. They all came to my cell after they’d done their worst.