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The snowy land of evil horrors part 15

A Story by wayne1234

Once inside the cold dark jail of capture our bodies look on with anger while the creatures push us inside the glowing cell of evil torture. At that m..

The snowy land of evil horrors part 14

A Story by wayne1234

The van of horror travels deep inside the green demons city of torture while thunder and lightning hits out at our bodies of shock through the dark wi..

The snowy land of evil horrors part 14

A Story by wayne1234

All of sudden we hear sirens of shock hitting our ears of terror from outside the snowy road of evil. At that moment the horses notice large red flash..

The snowy land of evil horrors part 12

A Story by wayne1234

All of a sudden the shop flashing light of horror shine out while thousands of the green demons of horror begin to fill up the shop of evil. I hold a ..

The snowy land of evil horrors part 11

A Story by wayne1234

Our ears listen to the screams of shock while the demon dogs drag the humans body's over the dark hill of torture. We are then made to walk along the ..

The snowy land of evil horrors part 10

A Story by wayne1234

After being caught in the golden ail of horrors for hours of evil torture we are brought out into the golden world of horrors by the evil creatures of..

The snowy land of evil horrors part 9

A Story by wayne1234

Once at the top of the hill of horrors we become caught over the red sky of evil while the dark demons look around the flowing mist of gore. our eyes ..

The snowy land of evil horrors part 9

A Story by wayne1234

We move further up the cold mountain of horrors while the air gets colder and colder with the shocking blue mist of capture. Our eyes look up at the n..

The snowy land of evil horrors part 8

A Story by wayne1234

After lighting up the dark tunnels of torture our eyes begin to notice a large green door in the corner of the tunnel. The dark clocked demons then pu..

The snowy land of evil horrors part 7

A Story by wayne1234

We then walk down the cold dark tunnels of the evil wardrobe grasp while screams of torture ring out above our ears of capture. I hold a shocked luite..