Sunday, October 22, 2017
Blood Oath
He didn't consider himself a cannibal. The fact that he enjoyed the taste of the blood left on his weapon of choice after an assault of his latest victim, didn't seem to be cannibal like, but more blood thirst. So when Denise asked him what kind of food he liked, he simply said, “hand made food.”
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2017 at 06:10AM,
blood,
Freddy Zalta,
halloween,
love,
October 22,
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