Peter's breathing was labored with small gags of discomfort, he couldn't breathe that well without thinking about the things that settled within him. Face red and his hair matted to his forehead and back of his neck with sweat, he looked like the hell he was put through these last two days. Though the stranger took the air off with wiping his face with water, he would survive if he just didn't try,"There's too many... He put too many... I-I'm going to burst...,He whimpered in complaint.
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