The Hybrid's Captive
he asserted as I cocked my brow.
“My fangs have holes in them? Seems like something a dentist should repair,” I muttered.
“Bite it, Jade,” he asserted more sternly.
Careful not to squirt the contents from the holes he had already created I bit the bag then tilted the blood down.
The odd feeling of liquid traveling up my teeth felt strange and I told him.
“It feels odd, and kind of ickles the inside of my teef,” I mumbled with my mouth full of plastic.
“Don't speak, just drink,” he said softly while he watched me contentedly.
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