She struggled to break through the chains at her ankles only to realize that they had grown onto her skin. And now, she could never break free.
Ignore the awkwardness of my right hand, and give it to me straight. Honestly, am I bearing too much skin? Do I look like a attention seeking whore? Do I look trashy? Apparently so. Since I work mostly evening shifts, I can only go to such shenanigans before three in the afternoon. AFK is nearer … Continue reading I Deserve To Be Murdered Because I Dress Nice