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copperproduct · 1 year ago

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How to Clean and Maintain Your Copper Bottle for Safe Drinking

In a world increasingly attuned to holistic well-being, the humble copper bottle has emerged as a wellness accessory with both tradition and science on its side. Beyond its aesthetic appeal, a copper bottle is believed to offer numerous health benefits, from aiding digestion to promoting a robust immune system. However, to fully harness these advantages, proper care and maintenance are paramount. This guide is your go-to resource for ensuring that your copper bottle remains a reliable companion on your wellness journey, providing not just refreshment but also the assurance of safe and clean hydration.

From the age-old wisdom of Ayurveda to modern-day scientific studies, copper has been praised for its antimicrobial properties and ability to purify water. As we delve into the intricacies of maintaining your copper bottle, we’ll uncover the delicate balance between tradition and practicality. Whether you’re a seasoned wellness enthusiast or a newcomer to the world of copper hydration, these tips will empower you to keep your bottle pristine, ensuring each sip is not only refreshing but also safe for your well-being.

Cleaning Your Copper Bottle:

Use a Gentle Cleanser:

Mix equal parts of white vinegar and water or use lemon juice and salt to create a paste.

Apply the mixture to the inside and outside of the copper bottle.

Scrub with a Soft Brush or Cloth:

Use a soft brush or cloth to scrub the interior and exterior of the bottle.

Pay extra attention to the areas with tarnish or stains.

Rinse Thoroughly: Rinse the bottle thoroughly with plain water to remove any residue from the cleaning solution.

Dry Completely: Ensure the bottle is completely dry before storing or using it again.

Regular Maintenance:

Avoid Dishwashers: Hand wash your copper bottle as dishwasher detergents can be harsh and may affect the copper’s patina.

Use Mild Soap Sparingly: If you prefer to use soap, use a mild, natural soap sparingly. Rinse thoroughly to remove any soap residue.

Avoid Abrasive Cleaners: Do not use abrasive cleaners or scouring pads as they can scratch and damage the copper surface.

Lemon and Salt Cleaning: Periodically, clean the bottle with a mixture of lemon juice and salt. Apply the mixture, let it sit for a few minutes, and then scrub and rinse.

Check for Tarnish: Monitor your copper bottle for tarnish. Tarnish is a natural process, but if you prefer a shiny appearance, use a mixture of lemon and salt to polish the copper.

Store Properly: Store your copper water bottle in a cool, dry place. Avoid exposure to direct sunlight for prolonged periods.

Tips for Safe Drinking:

Check for Leaks: Regularly check for leaks, especially if your copper bottle has a joint or seam.

Replace Gaskets: If your pure copper bottle has rubber or plastic gaskets, replace them periodically to ensure a tight seal.

Don’t Use with Acidic or Carbonated Beverages: Avoid using your copper bottle with acidic or carbonated beverages, as these can accelerate tarnishing and potentially react with the copper.

Regularly Inspect Interior: Periodically inspect the interior of the bottle for any signs of corrosion or discoloration.

By following these cleaning and maintenance tips, you can keep your copper bottle in good condition, ensuring safe and enjoyable use for years to come.

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svb1171 · 1 year ago

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#Cool down in the heat with your Ballance Fitness water bottle. https://www.etsy.com/listing/1532680040/copper-vacuum-insulated-bottle-22oz

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thecharcoalsalamander · 8 months ago

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finally got around to painting the numbers and while it definitely highlights how bubbly this set came out I still love them and they still roll well and I'm so pleased with how they look ☺️

So I started making dice 👀👀👀👀👀

My work wife got me the COOLEST gift for my birthday, a resin starter kit and a dice mold, and now all I wanna do is make dice. If any resin artists/dice makers have any cool tips or advice I will gladly hear it. I've been attempting to learn more about what she does at our shop (she's a props maker/caster/fabricator/artificer) but I am still very new and neither of us have made dice before!

#not bad for a beginner #making the numbers copper was a friend's idea and it was perfect they absolutely nailed it #im so stokwd about making more #possibly getting a small vacuum chamber at work so that will definitely help with the bubbles!

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charmed-tumblers · 4 months ago

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Enjoy your favorite drink at the perfect temperature for hours with the Copper Vacuum Insulated Tumbler. Its vacuum-insulated design keeps cold drinks cold and hot drinks hot, making it the ideal companion for any occasion. With its high quality and sleek design, this tumbler is the perfect choice for commuting, work, and travel.

Hurry and buy immediately before stock runs out

#copper vacuum #copper vacuum insulation #copper

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magic-vending-machine · 3 months ago

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I insert a photograph of Weird Al Yankovic

The machine dispenses allen wrenches, gerbil feeders, toilet seats, electric heaters, trash compactors, juice extractor, shower rods and water meters, walkie-talkies, copper wires safety goggles, radial tires, bb pellets, rubber mallets, fans and dehumidifiers, picture hangers, paper cutters, waffle irons, window shutters, paint removers, window louvres, masking tape and plastic gutters, kitchen faucets, folding tables, weather stripping, jumper cables, hooks and tackle, grout and spackle, power foggers, spoons and ladles, pesticides for fumigation, high-performance lubrication, metal roofing, water proofing, multi-purpose insulation, air compressors, brass connectors, wrecking chisels, smoke detectors, tire guages, hamster cages, thermostats and bug deflectors, trailer hitch demagnetizers, automatic circumcisers, tennis rackets, angle brackets, duracells and energizers, soffit panels, circuit brakers, vacuum cleaners, coffee makers, calculators, generators, matching salt and pepper shakers.

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st4rgrl4l1f3 · 4 months ago

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Alejandro who would watch you sway to music as you washed the dishes, humming the lyrics, focused on the task at hand. He’d come up behind you, placing his hands on your hips. It was almost like his hands were meant to be there; snug on either side of you, warmth radiating off his body as he smiled softly, swaying to the music with you.

“No te importa que me una a vosotros, ¿verdad?” (You don’t mind if I join you, do you?) He’d whisper softly in your ear, his penetrating, deep voice filling your left ear.

“I don’t mind at all.”

“Good.”

You’d eventually reach the last dish to clean, Alejandro’s forehead on your shoulder, still swaying softly with you. He’d take in your scent; the smell of the laundry detergent lingering on your clothing, your signature perfume you put on every day, the natural smell of your body. He loved it, and he loved you.

You turned around, looking into his eyes. Copper, sage, and sweet, golden honey. They weren’t just brown; they were earthy, a deep chocolate that would linger on your tongue, that you’d smell in a different room, the bitterness and sweet aftertaste so, so charming.

He took your hand, his smile deepens with affection. You dance around your kitchen, spinning, small steps in sync with his, your eyes going from his hair, inky, straight strands falling onto his forehead. To his lips, twisted into a sweet smile, his white teeth glistening under the light.

“Te quiero, my dear.” (I love you, my dear.)

“Yo también te quiero, Alejandro.” (I love you too, Alejandro.)

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John Price who came home and saw his pretty fiancée cleaning the living room, blankets nearly finished in the dryer, candles lit, the big 75’ TV off, floor vacuumed without a trace of a crumb. You looked up at him, whom was watching you with a smile on his face, arms crossed and his icy, gunmetal blue eyes. John took off his hat, setting it down beside him. Short, chestnut brown hair a bit disheveled from his hat.

“I see you’ve been workin hard. Thank you, hon.” His voice was hoarse, but sincere.

You give him a smile, eyes tired, cheeks flushed from the lifting and moving you did. The dryer beeps downstairs in the basement, your face relaxing. “I’m gonna go get the blankets.”

He nods, saying nothing else. John opened your pantry, lined with canned goods, heads, and sweets. He was looking for something specific, though deciding on a few select candies. Ones that were rich with chocolate, strong flavors that would satisfy your long day of cleaning. He pops a bag of popcorn, turning on your favorite movie on the big TV you paid for, sitting on the couch you’ve had for years that has never failed to comfort you.

The soft patting of your feet up the stairs makes his smile deepen. He pours the popcorn into a glass bowl, sitting on the couch and waiting for you, snacks in hand.

“The blankets are so warm, it’ll be really nice..” You look at the set up he’s got, walking a bit slower. You smile deeply—

“Figured you’d like this after you cleaned the whole house, yeah?”

It was a small gesture, but it was enough for your heart to be filled with joy and love. The warm, soft gray blanket you had just pulled out of the dryer covered the both of you, a strong, long arm coming out to pull you in closer. As you watched your movie, John watched you in his arms. Smiling, calm, and happy. And it made it all worth it, over and over again. His soon-to-be wife, cuddled up in his arms, and nobody was going to hurt you there.

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Gaz has always found himself to be a little more quiet than the rest. It’s not something that is a big deal, or that he’s insecure about, he’s just always noticed that whilst his friends, teammates, and acquaintances were talking, laughing and sipping on their drinks a mile a minute, he was sitting or standing, watching a tv, maybe on his phone, every once in a while someone would strike up a conversation, though it never lasted all that long.

When he met you, yes he was still reserved, obviously opening up a bit more. But his love language was small, kind gestures like a candy you had mentioned you liked, being on the counter after his grocery run, or a new pair of tights after you’d accidentally hooked yours on a thorn.

He’d notice small things about you, like how your hair would grow and grow, booking you an appointment to a hairdresser to get a trim. He’d notice the fact that you haven’t eaten today, making you a nice little lunch.

So when he made you upset on a particularly bad day, he apologized, which was enough for you. After work, all you wanted to do was shower and watch the new season of your favorite show.

But his apology wasn’t enough for him. That same night, he booked a luxury spa. Did he care it was $168? Not one bit. He woke you up with flowers on your bedside, pretty daisies that were a pale yellow in the middle, milky, soft white petals protruding from the center. He bought you that one game you’ve been wanting. You want it? He’s buying it. He let you pick out clothes, carry your bags, drive you around and take you for a restaurant of your choosing.

“Kyle, why are you doing this?” You asked, a sincere smile on your face.

“I didn’t feel okay even after you accepted my apology, so I wanted to make you happy in another way.”

“Kyle, you didn’t have to—“

“Maybe you think that, but it’s what I felt I had to do.”

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Soap who quite literally comes home and is surprised to see you. Every day.

You’re his wife? You, an absolute gem of a human being, a strong, independent, intelligent, fucking gorgeous person, is with him?! You could’ve done SO much better.

He brags about his pretty wife, pride written all over his body. Smiling, chest puffed out, arms crossed.

“She’s jus’ perfect. Never met anyone like ‘er. Patches me up an’ scolds me, but she’s beautiful while doin’ it. She’s damn near perfect.”

He’d ramble on and on about you, never stopping, even if he’s talking to himself now.

Women hitting on him whilst he’s out? Nope. He’s opening his phone up, showing you off to the girl that attempted to flirt with him.

“Yeah, that’s her. She’s perfect.”

“Oh um, sorry I didn’t know you had a girlfr—“

“Actually, she’s my wife.” He was quick to cut the woman off, the phrase “she’s my wife” bouncing off his head and into his heart, making him all giddy inside.

Coming home to you was the best. He’d wrap his arms around you in the tightest hug,

“Aaah! I missed ya so much, you know that?!” He’d smoosh his face into you, breathing you in and then going to kiss your cheek, down to your pretty lips.

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Ghost who would let you take care of him, loving when you scolded him for not doing it himself.

Ghost has never really thought of himself, throwing away all of his life at an attempt to help something that wasn’t guaranteed to do any good.

Coming home to you after a long day, he’s covered in grime. Bloody mask and uniform, mud drying and hardening onto his clothes.

“Evenin, hon.” He’d say, gruff voice greeting you.

You turned back to look at him, only for your eyes to widen. “Shower, now.”

“That’s an understandable reaction.” He’d quickly respond, but to his surprise, you followed him in.

“What’re you doin?” He’d question.

You took off his mask, inky, sticky, eyeblack smeared on it. Taking a damp towel, you wiped it off, giving you easier access to where exactly his wounds were.

“You have got to be more careful out there, Ghost! Look at you, you are covered in blood.”

“It ain’t mine.”

“Still, look at your face.” You cupped his cheeks, his face cold and your hands warming them. “You are covered in bruises and cuts.”

He stayed silent, letting you pat at the wounds before putting a thick, white ointment on that stung a bit, then covering him in bandages.

“There. Now you promise me to be more careful! And take a shower…Promise me that too.”

“I promise, honey.” He said, looking down at you with deep amber eyes.

“Good.”

He watches you walk out of the bathroom, a soft smile creeping onto his lips. You were adorable like that, scolding him to no end. He chuckled a bit.

“Oh man. I’m in deep now.”

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darkmetaknightspussy · 3 months ago

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me walking out of the hardware store with the allen wrenches, gerbil feeders, toilet seats, electric heaters, trash compactors, juice extractors, shower rods and water meters, walkie-talkies, copper wires, safety goggles, radial tires, bb pellets, rubber mallets, fans and dehumidifiers, picture hangers, paper cutters, waffle irons, window shutters, paint removers, window louvres, masking tape and plastic gutters, kitchen faucets, folding tables, weather stripping, jumper cables, hooks and tackle, grout and spackle, power foggers, spoons and ladles, pesticides for fumigation, high-performance lubrication, metal roofing, water proofing, multi-purpose insulation, air compressors, brass connectors, wrecking chisels, smoke detectors, tire gauges, hamster cages, thermostats and bug deflectors, trailer hitch demagnetizers, automatic circumcisers, tennis rackets, angle brackets, duracells and energizers, soffit panels, circuit breakers, vacuum cleaners, coffee makers, calculators, generators, matching salt and pepper shakers up my ass

#lorena.txt

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007-nightfire-yakuza-agent · 12 days ago

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2nd eng once sailed on a ship that had a bus bar on a generator sheer off and they spoke to the manufacturer abt how to fix it and their plan was to cut a hole in the side of the ship, cut away and remove their sewage vacuum tank, cut away and remove their sewage tank, cut away and remove a bunch of pumps and pipework etc to get to the alternator, disconnect the alternator from the main engine, remove it from the ship, and send it to a shore facility to fix it. was going to take abt a month to get it out and a month to get it back in and cost hundreds of thousands of pounds. they thought "fucking hell" and called this geordie guy they knew and asked if he could fix it, he said "aye sure i can get the train tomorrow" so he rocks up to the ship with a tesco bag for life with a huge copper bar and a huge soldering iron and a load of solder. he disconnects the broken bus bar, drills holes into the new one with the ship's drill, solders the new one into place and job was done in a day. funniest bit is when they ask how much he wants for the job he goes "well, you paid for my train ticket and i had my supper onboard the ship so… lets say £80 for the day" and they were like. no lmao you've saved us hundreds of thousands. they gave him abt 3k for the day, legend deserved it

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abysswalkerastraea1 · 9 months ago

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Ravager, Michael Myers smut

Rough rob zombie Michael

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Biiiig size kink Michael

Thicc boi

A miasma of copper, sweat and dampness outlined the increasingly growing shadow of darkness that stood adjacent to your wide open cabin door.

What was once a room built to trick the senses into believing that it was the sweltering summer and not, in fact, the blistering cold, now became a place of rapidly growing bitterness from the snow storm that battered the land outside.

The door, so carelessly torn open with little regard, created an unwanted vacuum, siphoning the lulling heat that soothed you to sleep and making way for a chill that would sink into your bones and keep you awake for hours.

And with it, stalking like a black panther ready to strike, the austere and rigid presence of what was surely winter in human form stood as though frozen in the doorway.

Statuesque, the humanoid shape remained blank in every sense of the word. Silence reigned over the rapidly cooling cabin like a suffocating blanket. The raging tempest outside greatly juxtaposed the looming sense of bitter dread inside, and for a moment you peered passed the looming shape and briefly wondered if battling the snow storm outside would increase your chances of survival.

There was a rhythmic dripping of something. A repetitive, deep inhale. Exhale.

Inhale.

Drip.

Exhale.

A glint, reflected in the flickering candles of your cabin.

Crimson decorated your floor, droplets forming a gentle puddle upon the wood. They lingered upon the knifes edge like a faucet that wasn't tightened enough; they belonged.

Your temporary lapse in undivided attention towards the monster in your doorway welcomed the shape to appear suddenly bigger. You did not see him move.

Chills wracked your entire body, clad in typical sleep attire for what once was a cozy cabin - shorts and a very oversized, black t shirt that didn't belong to you. The knitted, pastel pink blanket lay loosely around your shoulders, forgotten.

A false sense of warmth within it would've been useless, anyway.

You braced the cold just like prey suffered the battering winds outside.

The eclipsed figure squeezed the knife handle. The large hand gripped it as though squeezing a fragile neck.

You willed yourself to breathe slowly. You were freezing now, and as the remnants of shock evaporated away with the heat, you stood on uncertain legs, fluffy, mismatched purple and pink socks hanging limply from their original place upon your feet and making them appear bigger than usual.

Your protection from the chilly air dropped unceremoniously to the cozy, pillowed chairs you had occupied. Your blanket lay in a heap, alongside your confidence.

Your hands gripped your arms as a light shiver passed through you. You faced the enormous shadow, cocked your head to perhaps visualise him better.

With the movement, your loose, messy bun tumbled to the side, overhanging your shoulder alongside the loose t shirt which, during your brief slumber, seemed to rearrange itself and hang on one side more than the other, baring a black bra strap over your shoulder.

The shape remained eerily frigid.

Foolishly to most but caringly in your own mind, you hesitantly stepped around your comfortable furniture and into the small passage that led to your open door.

There was a mere few feet of distance now, and at each gentle footstep in advancement, the shape grew bigger, the shadow began to swallow you.

Drip.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Your searching eyes flickered down to the mess gathering at your floor, blood, mud and melting snow smearing the wood in an ugly amalgamation of discoloured sludge.

That stark white, void mask stared through you, through the house even, beyond-

The shapes fingers flexed around the knife handle.

You were entering the territory of an unfathomable force, and your hand squeezed anxiously around your arm. You were shaking now, unable to bear the bitterness of the outside weather and-

"Michael?" You whispered, peering passed him at the violent storm. You allowed the severity of it to take the place of your anxiety, lashing about inside you just like the sleet lashed at the roof, and willed yourself to calm and restrain that almost uncontainable energy.

The shape slowly morphed from looming shadow to the significant, terrifying mold that resembled a man capable of heinous, brutal things.

His shoulder width swallowed you whole, alongside the proportionate, defined muscles of his arms that were outlined by the crimson stained coveralls.

You sidestepped the murderous presence dominating your small home, fearing that it was either him or the bitter cold that would take you. Padding lightly over to the door, you shut it tightly with relief and locked it securely.

Ironic, considering a locked door was typically meant for keeping everything unsafe out; meanwhile, the epitome of evil stood behind you.

Your skin was bathed in a discomforting blanket of cold. Yet the only cause for your goosebumps was at the silence, the lack of breathing.

You didnt turn around. Trembling lightly, your hands busied themselves with brushing stray dust particles of snow that had blown in and stuck to your door.

''You must be freezing.''

Drip.

You rubbed at your arms, peering through the textured glass of the door.

And then you felt it, though far too late.

A bone chilling iciness that even the storm outside couldn't induce. A sudden dampness dripping along your back. A domineering presence lurking horrifically out of sight, but very much within terrifying distance.

Breath fogging up your window, eyes wide with fear and anticipation, you trembled.

If there was anybody outside - there wasn't - the last remnant they'd see of you is the way your head suddenly wrenched backwards, hair bunched up in a bloodied fist as your body was dragged into darkness.

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It was too much, you thought dazedly, mouth hung open in a squeal of pain and pleasure. Your breasts felt bruised against the hard floor, head forced into the damp and bloodied carpet as the beast behind you forced your back to bow and your ass to jiggle with every sharp thrust.

It was too much, but it was so-

You gasped, fisting the carpet for a desperate grip on reality. Your hair had fallen loose the moment he had forced you to the ground, now gripped in a strong, veined hand that wrenched your head back in the most painful way, making you cry out, and yet the heat between your legs only grew and festered into something unbearable.

You were being filled beyond belief, a rhythmic in and out thrust that felt all consuming, so good, so deep, unrelenting in its pace even as its force pushed you along the floor.

"Michael--", you whined, knuckles white from fisting the carpet and knees shaking, "Oh--, Oh--"

You felt mindless, only focusing on the thick girth of him stretching you open and sinking into you. You felt his large hands at your hips, squealing when he suddenly flipped you onto your back, the thickness of his waist spreading your legs wide as he bruisingly gripped each leg to hoist over his shoulders.

Your face was crimson, eyes sparkling with tears as you watched, mouth agape as his hot length sunk into your quivering heat once more, fully on display for you to see. Your head fell back upon the floor, eyes lidded and hazed as the devil above you took you with vigor, fucking into you like an animal, spreading your legs wide and pinned down as though he was going to breed you.

The thought excited you, and you were no longer able to control yourself as you gripped desperately at his muscular forearms that held terrifying strength and cried out for him. "Yes, yes--", you keened, head lolling to the side, "Take me--", you begged, voice pitching in height.

That ghastly mask stared down at you silently, though through it's eyes you could see the pitch blackness of the devils. Blonde hair peeked out from the neck of the mask, it's length reaching his shoulders, and the wearer himself had a neck that was thick and wide and veined as though his jaw was clenching viciously beneath.

This was so wrong, you thought, so so deviously wrong but you could barely resist when the beast above you was so mouth wateringly big and wide and so fucking strong-

"Ah!", you cried, legs spread wide and knees touching the floor by your head. He had you fully exposed, witnessing the girthy cock fucking you open and your wetness seeping down your thighs messily.

"Michael--", you began head falling back against the floor and mouth hung open. Two of his thick fingers plunged into your mouth, eyes wide and terrifying behind the mask, and despite this terror above you, your own eyes became half lidded as you sucked his fingers dirtily, moaning and whining around them and crying out as your pussy began spasming with your orgasm, pulsating and squeezing his hot length.

You could feel him pulsing erratically inside you, his cock rock hard and weeping with the need to cum, his breathing uneven as a low, dark growl seemed to emit from somewhere within him.

His hips snapped into yours roughly, your tits jiggling and legs wrapping tightly around his thick torso. "Oh, oh-" you couldn't contain yourself, whimpering obscenely but loving it all so much.

His balls were heavy, slapping your ass and tensing. You just wanted him to empty them so hard into you it was driving you crazy.

Tears were dripping down your face, makeup smudged and cascading down your cheeks as he ripped his fingers out of your mouth and moved them lower to spread your puffy labia open around his dick.

The sounds were lewd, squelching and wet, and it seemed to spur him on even more as his hips stuttered, muscular abdomen tensing before thick ropes of cum spilled into you messily.

It filled you up, seeping out and around his cock and down your cheeks. Your thighs were quivering in his hands, unable to stop shaking, before he dropped them roughly and pulled out of you.

You laid upon the floor a mess, legs wide and panting. The shape stood, staring down at you silently. Gripping his knife, he gave you one last long look before departing out into the terrifying weather.

You knew he'd be back, and you knew you'd better be ready for him to have his way with you.

#michael myers #michael myers smut #rob zombie Michael myers #killer smut #serial killer

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