The start of a good friendship
In a larger area almost flat and desolate was Madden on his knees rocking back and forth as he held Elisabeth. Around them were large squares of rubble, ember and soot still producing smoke. What was left of several houses burned down to the ground, and scattered around those remains lay spread the remains of almost two hundred slayed women. All the females laying around had their clothes ripped off and their throat ripped out. It was very clear that every single of them were r***d and then killed. Madden did not let go of his dead mate as his silent tears fell down in a steady stream. James was looking at the c*****e with utter shock, his face completely drained from color. He had not been successful in getting through Madden, even though he had tried to talk to him for hours. It was like
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