he retches, bringing up everything he’s eaten since breakfast and splattering it across the mat to the side of us. So fucking gross. “Oh my gods,” Rhiannon calls out, disgust dripping from her tone. “Yield,” I demand again, but he’s heaving in earnest now and I have to pull my knife away so I don’t accidentally slit his throat. “He yields,” Professor Emetterio declares, his face contorted in revulsion. I sheathe my blade and climb off him, dodging the puddles of sick. Then I take the dagger Oren dropped a few feet back as he continues to vomit.
LOL brutal 😂😂😂
