Jack stared at himself in the mirror. He did this every morning, fearing for the night. Would it be tonight that he would give in to those foul impulses again?
The storm outside had battered the farmhouse, rain lashing against the windows like a thousand tiny ...
Jack stared at himself in the mirror. He did this every morning, fearing for the night. Would it be tonight that he would give in to those foul impulses again?
The storm outside had battered the farmhouse, rain lashing against the windows like a thousand tiny ...