Between people who might have died, between people who might or might not have died, between those crimes that might or might not have taken place.

Between reporting that investigation, when by normal means, they found nothing, talking to whoever held the secrets, meeting with your informant, that information, which may or may not be true, even the demons that always watched everyone around you.

There was no going back, the implications and all situations would not go back, there were consequences, suspicions became reality.

Death and life, even those who never imagined having contact, but looking around, the deepest desires, the opinion of their former contacts, knowing now, with whom they were dealing, in what they created at that time.

Even at that time, when he could make everything as pleasurable as possible, then, between his pleasures and his desires, for every time in his travels, that he was wrapped between each of her secrets, he was shrouded in mystery.

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All this, when he unexpectedly woke up scared and with a jump he sat up and felt the twinge inside him at the base of his spine, in which he assessed the situation, in which he wanted everything to be nothing more than a dream, but the marks on his body said the opposite, and he tried his best to get up, but sitting down proved to be a challenge and he looked around. 


Then he was in the guest room and tried to walk bent over and limping and with difficulty walking, and pain up his spine going up his buttocks and ass as if it were split in half, whereupon he ran across the room and headed towards the bathroom. relieve his bladder, then he turned around looking towards the mirror and found that his hole was stretched and swollen , in which he looked at the huge bathtub. 


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