Pact
Priest Nevan wiped the sweat off with the sleeve of his robe. He pulled up his trousers, after tying his belt, he lit a cigarette and leaned back against the make-up table. On the floor, a naked young woman tried to cover herself with the remnants of her clothes while shivering all over. Her flawless skin was covered in bruises and her lips were bleeding. But this was a small loss compared to the one her dignity suffered. She lost her innocence. She looked back at the young man. If the devil exists, he must be like that. Attractive, charming, charming, but also rotten to the core. Nevan caught her gaze. With his hands in his pockets, he walked over and grabbed her long, golden locks. She screamed in pain, Nevan blew smoke in her face and smiled. -You hate me, don't you? Such a gorgeous fa
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