Drosso stroked the woman's neck with his longsword, just gently enough so that he didn't draw blood but made her know that her life was in his hands. She was on her knees, naked and with her arms restrained behind her in chains. Her hair swayed at uneven ends, torn from abuse. Her skin, pale like the moon, acted as a canvas upon which was painted black bruises and red cuts.
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Drosso stroked the woman's neck with his longsword, just gently enough so that he didn't draw blood but made her know that her life was in his hands. She was on her knees, naked and with her arms restrained behind her in chains. Her hair swayed at uneven ends, torn from abuse. Her skin, pale like the moon, acted as a canvas upon which was painted black bruises and red cuts.
Re: Level 100 Farmer
Fantasy · John_Doever