The Gargoyle Princess by SJ Cramer Week Nine

Afra felt sick, the memory of the sour taste of bile crept into the back of her mouth. If she had been physically able, she would be on her knees vomiting.  She felt trapped, but she could not run; she was at Moll’s mercy once more. The sight of Moll had violently disturbed Afra. At...

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