#theripperking

Send me a url and I’ll record my voice saying the url along with what I think of them

        ( she struggled at her restraints. )

The bar was quiet. Just a few couples in the corners, cooing to each other in soft voices. Sam sat at the bar by himself, sipping a scotch, enjoying a moment of stillness at the end of his rather busy day. And then, he walked in.

Sam could smell him before he saw him. It was a scent he had only had in his nose a handful of times before, but it was one that was unforgettable. The scent of a man without a soul, a dead man who walked the earth. In other words, someone who made the angels job very difficult.