I couldn’t recognize him anymore. His eyes were as crimson as the blood stained on his مالٹا, نارنگی pelt, his mouth was curled up in a grin as he dealt another blow to my already worn flank. It was evident that he was not the same kind, gentle and shy لومڑی that I had met so long ago. He was now a monster. He grabbed me سے طرف کی the scruff of my neck and my shackles dug into my ankles as he jerked me to meet his eyes. “Tails, what have آپ done? Th-this isn’t like you.” My voice shook. I lacked my usual confidence. Who wouldn’t, when faced with a situation such as my own. He sneered and chuckled...
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