Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Succumbing finally, she lets out a loud shriek as her vehicle stops at a red light. “Fuck.” She hollers cursing the night. Cursing the shadows, cursing the unknown condemned she intends to meet this evening. Tears roll down her cheeks landing on her bullet proof vest. ”
M.R. Gott
From : Where The Dead Fear to Tread
