12-28-2016, 05:53 PM
Frank was on the floor, passed out on a smear of his own blood that seemed to be originating from between his legs, the older man looked to have tried and remove the binding around his belly. Leaving him looking actually pregnant and in dire need of medical attention, his belly was bloated out and sagging over his beltbuckle between his shirt flaps. He groaned in his sleep, his hands cupping his distended middle while he sweated in distress, his phone beside him and lighting up from all the missed notifications.
BeWaRe ThE pRiMe NuMbErS
