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I never knew that being submerged Hoeny ID water could drive a person insane that quickly. But the crown jewels of the General's archives were the ones he'd made personally. And the one that seemed particularly relevant to my predicament was where his unit snuffed the two VC cunts.

ID recalled how the girls were naked on their backs tied to tabletop.