Fauchy and West

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    The werewolf's breath smelt like thick funky smog. Josey closed her eyes to evade its sparkling blue eyes. For a moment, she almost felt like she was looking at a human. She had to scrap those thoughts. She was in the presence of 8 demon generals.  A small hump backed demon came into the room with a large bucket of water on its head. Without hesitations, he poured the water over Josey. The water was scolding hot, Josey could only find an empty scream to fill the moment.  He then turned on what looked like a medium sized blow dryer. The air blew out like a heated tornado. Josey felt herself losing consciousness. The funnel of air was taking her breath away.     Before her head could hit the floor, the small beast dragged her over to the wall that had shackles on it. Little wings came o

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