Wilkins' Notes

This is a small room. Yes! A claustrophobic chamber. Ryan lowered his head and meticulously poured ammunition into the Colt, loaded it, and calibrated the aim. Not far away, a charming and sexy woman was wrapped around a thick iron chain on a cross. Like a rose full of blood. She kept struggling... Screaming... And showing her fangs. Ryan pinned Colt over her head. "Sorry, ma'am. It will be your turn soon..." "By the way, maybe you can't hear me, but I still have to say... I hate vampires... Especially the sweet smell on your body." The roar of the revolver became the only main theme in the small room. Q group provided: 320121565 Book lovers who like this type of book are welcome to comment and find faults. Stop by and leave your precious clicks, recommendations, and collections. Hehe! Please feel free to sign this book