The Untamed Concubin

Sitting in the cockpit, the small hand gripping the steering wheel was white with effort. His eyes were fixed on the vortex, a look of fear etched on his face, but his missing lips still muttered curses incessantly.,The Bermuda Triangle, as expected, lives up to its name.,The man came closer, with a flick of his hand he moved it to his chest and pressed it in. He was only wearing a white robe that had already been stained red.。