Walker of the Wasted Waze

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Chapter 18

Flames roared. Smoke cackled and popped as the witch’s body burned up.

Her head, lay on the floor next to my feet as I sat on the log to watch.

I was cut deep.

Bleeding in several places, broken, bruised. The Nanos would not come to the rescue this time. And there was a burning sensation running through my scrotum and up my thighs, like my dick was on fire. Of course, the bitch must have crabs.

I looked down into her dead eyes. I grabbed her head using the empty eye sockets as finger holds, and tossed her skull into the fire.


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