I unwrapped him, got him out of his box, and now I've broken him, batteries dead.

My very own, limited edition Sentinel and he's just lying there. Super senses? Yeah, right. His mouth's hanging open, his eyes are closed, and he hasn't heard a word I've said for a while.

Poking him didn't do much good, either.

Then I see a crack of blue and his tongue swipes dry lips wet. "I don't know what you just did, Sandburg."

Fucked you through the floor, man. Been a while, huh?

"But do it again. Slower."

Final sale, no returns.

All mine.


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