The Weequay was interrupted by a loud, wet thwack. He let out a grunt and then there was a second thwack—shorter, sharper, harder. Etain heard a squeal of pain.
I just love violent men in fiction. I can't help it.
“How many times have I got to tell you, di’kut?” It was a different voice, human, with an hard edge of authority. Thwack. “Don’t—waste—my—time.” Another thwack: another squeal. Etain kept her face pressed in the dirt. “You get drunk one more time, you go chasing females one more time, and I’m going to slit you from here to—here.”
The Weequay shrieked. It was the sort of incoherent animal sound that beings made when pain overwhelmed them. Etain had heard too much of that sound in her short time on Qiilura. Then there was silence.
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Can I appreciate
just a tiny
eeny-meeny
tiny-bit
HOW FUCKING SEXY GHEZ HOKAN IS???
just a tiny
eeny-meeny
tiny-bit
HOW FUCKING SEXY GHEZ HOKAN IS???
I just love violent men in fiction. I can't help it.
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