The Clandestine Saga
If Gibbon continued his training so well, he would need more rewards.
Pulling his face away from the neck of the now deceased nurse, Gibbon began to laugh manically, blood dripping down his face. With each feeding he grew stronger, and sitting in his cell on a cot with his shirt off, Giovani couldn’t help but admire the rippling sinews of his biceps, his broad chest, his taut abdomen. As the nurse’s crumpled body slipped to the floor, Gibbon wiped his mouth with his hands and then began to lick his palms like an animal. His fangs were still exposed, their razor-sharp surfaces gleaming in the dim light of the underground tunnel. Giovani had much to be proud of, and with just a bit more traini
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