His Little Hunter
How hadn’t I noticed the monster rousing?
He twisted the blade slowly, grinding it against muscle and rib. A fresh wave of agony ripped another cry from my lips as my flesh gave way.
"I just knew your cries of pain would be as enticing as the rest of you," he whispered.
"Fucking bastard," I spat through clenched teeth, the taste of copper filling my mouth. I tried to wrench away, but I was sandwiched between two walls of immortal muscle.
"We have the Mortal Reaper weak and defenseless in our grasp," Trench Coat whispered, his hot breath ghosting over the shell of my ear. I shuddered, fear and a dark, confusing heat coiling in my gut. "We can literally do anything we please with you."
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