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... And Finn was scared shitless.
He clung to the demon chicken’s leg as it flapped through the sky, his body swinging below like a poorly made plushie in a tornado.
Finn squeezed his eyes shut, took a shaky breath, then opened them and started climbing.
Every movement was pure terror. But he pushed forward anyway.
He didn’t survive this far just to give up now—not after Chestelle offering to finger his urethra, getting molested by mimic chests, emotionally wrecked by ...
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