realized with horror that she’d shot off my left ear, and in my adrenaline rush I hadn’t realized how bad the wound was. “The gods damn you, look what you’ve done!” I cried as she fumbled with her second clip and I charged, drawing Fragarach. “If I want to grow this back I’ll have to endure the most terrifying sex imaginable! Gaahhhhh!
The cure may be worse than the disease
