The Untamed Concubin

Sitting in the cockpit, the small hand gripping the steering wheel was white with effort. His eyes were fixed on the vortex, a look of fear etched on his face, but his missing lips still muttered curses incessantly.,But years of habit allowed me to notice something was wrong at first glance.,The man came closer, with a flick of his hand he moved it to his chest and pressed it in. He was only wearing a white robe that had already been stained red.。