Until My Last Breath: Living My Final Months With the Devil
Her pupils bled red, her teeth lengthened into jagged fangs, and her fingernails stretched into blackened claws.
The lock clicked open by itself with a whisper, the door sliding ajar as though welcoming her in.
Inside, Alina lay asleep, curled beneath the sheets, her chest rising and falling in calm rhythm. The innocence of her sleep seemed to mock the hunger gnawing in the maid’s veins.
Slowly, she crept closer, her breath rasping like dry leaves. Her shadow climbed the walls, long and twisted, looming over Alina’s still form.
The maid bent lower, so close she could hear the delicate beat of Alina’s heart. Her mouth gaped wide, fangs glistening with saliva, ready to sink into soft flesh.
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