Jackle and hide

by xxashadowxx   Apr 5, 2006


He was five nine and as smooth as glass, but that was not the only thing that he held incomen
behind close doors came a coldness. twisted hatred, one not often seen.
born of a bartered, and evil, vile soul.
a man of two souls, one light one dark.. he'd be the last expected of this evil crime.

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