Chapter 11: Cold-Blooded Murder

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  “Argh, pain! How is this possible?!” Eron started his morning complaining.   The alarm went off near his ear, and he was suddenly brought back to his forest campsite, where his whole body was aching. As soon as he moved in his tent to turn to his side, the pain became even more evident.   “How great would it be to get a massage,” he thought, lazily closing his eyes again, stuck between sleepiness and pain, thinking of just resting one more minute before getting up and starting the day, then his mind would betray him once again with the need to shut down or blank out.   “Would you like me to massage you, Eron?”   “Di… Miss Diwana, when did you get here? What are you doing in my tent?”   “I never left,” she said in a whisper, looking seductively at the naked, tanned, handsome man b

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