"That's not what I wanted." I interrupted his movement a little with my fake petrified voice. "You said you were going to show me pictures of your work. You said you were going to help me become a model." I think I just felt my IQ drop a few points while I was keeping up this act of mine. Quick Jacy what's the square root of three thousand one hundred and thirty-six? Fifty-six. Ok, math skills intact, I don't think I actually lost any intelligence, that's good.
The Hunter Becomes The Hunted
Fantasy · Deni_Chance
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