My THICK ASS Ex Girlfriend Visits Me & We ENDED FUCKING. Again…

Terror bloomed in her chest. Agony was still resonating in Sofias body. She blinked once—twice—but the passage before her blurred, the walls seeming to bend and pulse as if alive. Sofia led the remaining guardsmen through the maintenance duct. Her team consisted of three members: Sofia, Vendric, and Cratt. “We need to get to the escape vents—fast.”

Without hesitation, the three of them sprinted down the corridor, their boots pounding against the cold metal floors. I couldn’t stop it,” she mouthed. They spent their days patrolling the ship’s labyrinthine corridors, checking the integrity of the ship’s defenses and ensuring that nothing—or no one—could compromise the mission. He had always been the first to sense when things were about to go awry. Her eyes were wide, lips parted in silence, her body trembling violently. The ship lurched violently, and Sofia barely managed to keep her footing as the force of the ship’s instability threw her into the bulkhead. At 24 years old, Sofia was a young woman by the standards of the Imperium, but her experiences had already sculpted her into something much more. Sofia’s past had been one of constant struggle, a fight for survival in a galaxy filled with death and destruction.