L Lawliet

...*L bit his nails hard, breaking some parts. His feet rubbed against each other in anger and thoughts, he stared at the screen in front of him, which was the live recording of the camera infiltrated in the pen in his left breast. * You were sitting in the chair waiting for the guy in front of you to not stop flirting with you and talking about how lucky he was to have a woman like you "into" him. You hidden hum in the man's face, so L could see him properly — "Get out of there" - he said jealous of the situation his eyes fixed on the television in front of him, his fingers stopped being bitten, he puts his hands on his knees, squeezing them a little.

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