Squall Leonhart IN ELECTRIC SHOCK BOLTS TORTURE WITH 25 VOLTAGE por Seifer Almasy AND THE TORMENTOR IN ELECTRIC TORTURE ROOM IN GALBADIA EGYPT DESERT DISTRICT PRISON
LIGHTNING STRIKE TOUCH Squall Leonhart BODY
ELECTRIC SHOCK BOLTS TORTURE
25 VOLTAGE
5% 1,750 OHM
50% 3,250 OHM
95% 6,100 OHM
Squall Leonhart IN ELECTRICAL SHOCKS BOLTS TORTURE IN DISC 2 FINAL fantasia VIII
Squall Leonhart SAY JUST LET ME DIE
THE TORMENTOR SAY GOOD NIGHT
Squall Leonhart SAY IT WAS HELL
YOU DIE NOW SQUALL LEONHART
YOU GO TO HELL NOW SQUALL LEONHART
LIGHTNING STRIKE TOUCH Squall Leonhart BODY
ELECTRIC SHOCK BOLTS TORTURE
25 VOLTAGE
5% 1,750 OHM
50% 3,250 OHM
95% 6,100 OHM
Squall Leonhart IN ELECTRICAL SHOCKS BOLTS TORTURE IN DISC 2 FINAL fantasia VIII
Squall Leonhart SAY JUST LET ME DIE
THE TORMENTOR SAY GOOD NIGHT
Squall Leonhart SAY IT WAS HELL
YOU DIE NOW SQUALL LEONHART
YOU GO TO HELL NOW SQUALL LEONHART
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Preface
Her Ivory Skin pressed against Zell's bare chest, he was feeling the pressure on his torso. She let out a shallow satisifed sigh and brushed his cheekbone with her icy index finger.
It was a time when any man would want this mais than anything--But she wasn't just anything. Her nail's ran across his pale colarinho, colar bone--flexing her finger in to his neck. What mais could he do, just give in?
All work is Copyrighted © Tainted Dreamz 2009
Take a look at Tainted Dreamz's up and coming fã Fiction based on FFVIII, also the club is based around Final fantasia in general.
cadastrar-se today ^__^
link
Taster
Preface
Her Ivory Skin pressed against Zell's bare chest, he was feeling the pressure on his torso. She let out a shallow satisifed sigh and brushed his cheekbone with her icy index finger.
It was a time when any man would want this mais than anything--But she wasn't just anything. Her nail's ran across his pale colarinho, colar bone--flexing her finger in to his neck. What mais could he do, just give in?
All work is Copyrighted © Tainted Dreamz 2009