Ex-load Leech !!hot!! -

A cold press against the back of his neck, like a drowned man’s fingertip.

Kael sat up. The jungle snapped back into color. Sound returned in a rushing roar. He was drenched in sweat and muck, but he was full . Not happy. Not saved. But present. And present was enough. ex-load leech

He was becoming a hollow doll, a man-shaped void. Panic should have surged, but the Leech took that too. All that remained was a quiet, terrible acceptance. Just lie down , a soothing voice whispered—his own voice, but wet and empty. You’ve been tired for so long. A cold press against the back of his