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OPPA BATFAM STYLE 

 I WANT THIS, JS. 




I see this tbh:

       

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"Reek, Reek, it rhymes with squeak," Ramsay taunted, pushing Reek towards the bed.

Reek's eyes went wide. "W-what is it?"

"What does it look like, idiot? It's a zombie!" Ramsay let out an exasperated huff. "I broke its legs in the barn and buried it under the hay during the morning riot. No one even noticed me go back after nightfall and retrieve the thing."

Reek was trembling now. He looked at what remained of his feet fixedly.

"Well? Don't you want to know what I'm going to do with it?" Ramsay's laugh was sharp and hurt Reek's ears. "Get on top of it. Use your tongue."

Reek hesitated but Ramsay's bare hands pushed him with such force that he twisted his ankle and tumbled onto the bed.

"You don't think, you filthy piece of shit," Ramsay snarled. "Now do it!"

Reek gagged. The smell of the zombie's decaying flesh was stronger and more pungent up close. Ramsay leaned in close behind Reek and whispered almost gently, "you smell like roses compared to it, I might even touch you if you're good."

Reek closed his eyes and his memory swam with images of Ro...no...he wasn't that person anymore, he was just Reek. Reek, Reek, it rhymes with freak.

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