Bearclaw Valley open up your skull, i'll be there

she trashed even though that only made the teeth and claws dig in deeper, ruin her further, but fuck was she not down to die over a stolen carcass.

let 'e go! gun borfed through spit and saggy lips, chain clicking with her fierce motions. i didn't hhacking hhean it!

in that moment, she felt such a vicious hatred for the white-coated cunt who'd ruined her face and speech, that it - and maybe the pain and the panic - made her eyes wetten and her voice crack.

HHLEASHE, i'll go!