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What She Can Do
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2024-09-18 04:00:15Sydney
I jolt upright, blinking into near total darkness. Moonlight sweeps over a cavernous space, illuminating darkened corridors and intricate carvings along the green-gray stone of the wall I’m facing. Condensation drips down the stones, gathering in pockets of moss.
Cool night air touches my skin as I scan the perimeter, catching sight of four gray, wolflike bodies bleeding green onto the tiles.
Reality sweeps over me like a tidal wave that washes me back into my body. I clutch my stomach, finding myself clothed somehow. I pull my shirt up and run my hand over my muscles. There’s no stab wound where Gabriel’s knife pierced my stomach.
“Syd?”
“Dad?”
A groan echoes off the walls as I rise to my knees and look around, spotting Dad on his side only a few feet away.
“Dad, Goddess fuck, what happened? How are you here?” I crawl to him, my pants s
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