For a bite
I stifle the wheezes building in my throat and close my mouth tightly, my teeth snapping together so that soon my jaw hurts too.
" Justoedith , what are you doing?" I hear him ask unexpectedly, not a single hint of agony in his voice, but quite shocked. I cut my lips, tasting my own blood after a couple of moments.
Before long my whole body trembles wildly and I need to cry, scream in torment, but I don't; I stay down and press down on the man's hand, focusing on fully retaining his injury. It deals a ton of damage, but I'm not going to stop until it's protected, solid, and free of lone scratches.
Hot Chapters