The White Crescents
I sucked in my breath and held it there, frozen in terror, unable to move and think.
“Your smell is addictive,” he purred and I felt the tip of his tongue, just the edge of it, touch my bare skin before a whooshing sound was heard and he was now standing by the other window.
I stumbled back trying to breathe normally. He wants my blood, doesn’t he? He wants to kill me. Fuck, now that makes everything so much easier right? Fuck my life.
The door suddenly broke open and the four men came in, growling dangerously.
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