When the power goes out, and the phones go dead and silent. When the roads are littered with fallen
When the power goes out, and the phones go dead and silent. When the roads are littered with fallen trees and the howling wind hides your screams. Who will stop me when I come for you. When I make you mine for the night, against your will. When you scream out from the agony I gift you. The inevitable awaits; are you ready, cunt? -- source link
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