A man walked into the frame. He wore a heavy wool coat, despite the room appearing sweltering. He didn't look at the camera. He sat on the chair, folded his hands, and began to speak in a language Elias didn't recognize—a low, melodic string of vowels that felt like they were vibrating inside Elias's own chest.
Elias leaned closer, his eyes straining against the digital noise. The man in the video stopped speaking and looked directly into the lens. His eyes weren't dark; they were missing. In their place were two perfectly smooth patches of skin.
Elias sat in the silence of the server room, his heart hammering against his ribs. He moved his mouse to close the window, but the cursor wouldn't move. The monitor remained dark, reflecting his own pale face.
Espectaculares fotografías de gente bonita, y viajes por el mundo, las imágenes más sexys están aquí.
