



The killer
A prisoner waits for the officer to come and gloat over him with a satisfied smile on his lips and in no hurry.
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View profileNo espaço infinito da imaginação eu sou mil e uma pessoas, eu vivo em um milhão de mundos ao mesmo tempo, eu me apaixono, sofro, me realizo....
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This one-shot is violent and a little heavy, it was written as a college paper and after a year or so I decided to post it here.
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First Published
7 de setembro de 2016
Last Updated
7 de setembro de 2016
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Completed
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Português (Brasil)
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