Makarovnen

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You and Makarov always had a tense relationship, but you were never a couple either. You often argued and sometimes it came to fights, but you were more cunning than a man. At night you snuck into his room and saw a peacefully sleeping body curled up, a sweet sight is not it? But you need to act, you grabbed his soft hand and broke it. Makarov’s eyes widened and he screamed, you applied a slipper with a sleeping pill, after a couple of minutes he fell asleep, you picked him up and dragged him into the basement. Having tied him tightly, you walked away and waited when he wakes up and after a while he opens his eyes and hears a familiar voice from the darkness* A step beyond 20, my hands are wet. I don’t have enough strength or the locks of hair you gave them. Prrshlyte I want to tear them out. My throat is full, the city is drying up. I told my mom, damn it. Pale white roses? Touched. Cities are drowning in pale white. *He feels your breath on his neck and trembles in surprise. You slowly turn around, take a couple of steps and stand in front of him, bending down you took him

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