The Lycan King's Fugitive Mate
The man's mouth falls open as he tries to scream, but it's more choked gags and tortured cries, bloodstained pieces of glass expelled from his mouth with desperate breaths.
His lips, his tongue it's all pierced and gashed up by what looks like a thousand tiny fragments of glass. Pain is lanced through every line on his face but it's not enough. I picked up a large piece of glass, the sharp tip glinting, my palm bleeding. I can feel the tiny shards dig deeper into my flesh but there's no pain.
No burn. No sting.
I swing my arm, slicing the sharp edge through his cheek, his head jerking to the side.
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