Chapter 221: Survival of the Fittest

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The two assholes continued laughing and bantering with one another, and I continued seething as I crept along behind them, my upper teeth grinding against my lower set so hard that I had to hope I had not chipped a molar. Dental care had been the least of my concerns while on the Isle of Mystery, but I forced my jaw to relax. There was no point in getting angry right now. "I can't wait to f**k that girl, you know, the one with the blonde hair!" the one on the left commented, making an O with his thumb and finger with the hand that held the torch. His other hand's index finger poked out, and he had the temerity to push it through the O he had made a few times. His companion cackled. "Looks pretty weak to me," he taunted. "I can't wait to do this to the other one. You know, the one with br

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