Surging Of Affliction (WWS)
#15 | WICKED WRITERS SERIES| A Collaboration The body was roasted down to its core. It smells nice. Edible, even. The burnt smell was unexpectedly savory like a palatable roasted beef. "He was alive... alive when cooked," a young woman declared. "He was asking for help but nobody came. He was shouting... begging... c...