Huntress of The Damned
She gasped at the shock of it, and her eyes went wide at the beast she was seeing.
“You…you…” Mira stuttered, and tears filled her defiant eyes.
I leaned in close, and I was greeted by the smell of fear, and anger.
“Silence,” I growled, and my voice was no longer mine. It sounded like gravel rubbing against glass.
I looked at her lips, which were parted and trembling. The urge to destroy her, to claim her, and to consume her crashed over my head.
I felt dizzy. Fighting to stay sane. My eyes dropped to her lips. The cherry redness welcomed me.
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