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Rheon knew he had to get the acquaintance of some of these newer groups. They would be so fun to terrorize and he had to find himself a few new toys to play with.
He had been capturing she-cats from the Militia, keeping them hidden, until today.
He had tied them down on the ground, skin partially flayed off, but still living. With that, he had taken some old Coke bottles, empty of liquid, and violated all the females with it. Not to mention that they were broken coke bottles.
Rheon left as suddenly as he had come, leaving the three she-cats moaning their agony and half-dead.
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