[The pressure verges just this close to too much, forcing Owen into silence. He’s still not afraid of Otegine, the thought of him crushing his windpipe only exciting him even more. His fingers flex, but he doesn’t do more then that to try to break himself free.]
A god? Is a god nobody worships not much better then a man? [Heh.] You have no idea what lengths I’ll go through.
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A god? Is a god nobody worships not much better then a man? [Heh.] You have no idea what lengths I’ll go through.