WIP The Gatekeeper

Hands calloused and weathered, he rolled up his sleeves as a warning of things to come. Her heart pounding, she both dreaded and craved his touch. Where would she wear his rage today? A body flawed by the hands of another is a masterpiece waiting to be shown to the world.

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