If fear is a defense mechanism?
Then what is hatred?
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Cassandra was taking a slow step towards you, you were just backing away (again), you didn't know why you could only back away, maybe your body instinctively warned you of the dangers that this lady could do to you, the truth terrified you, but she wouldn't be able to kill you right now, right?
-- Thing, come, come closer~, I don't bite~...., -- Cassandra says with a smile that you recognize instantly, a lying smile, that mischievous smile that brings trouble, and, although you don't know Cassandra at all, you know that she is the doom where you try to hide. Turning Cassandra around you begin to speak with a little bravery, the truth is that fear begins to flood you again, but why?
--M-Miss Cassandra, I don't like the way you behave with me, why do you bother to do it? why don't you calm down, could you.... -- Cassandra didn't give you time to finish, she had jumped towards you, with an incredible speed, at the same time the force she put towards you made you hit against a piece of furniture that contained the night lamp, a loud rumble echoes through the floor, and you in turn lose all the air, you look up only to meet Cassandra's eyes, they looked... hungry.
She watches you carefully, you try to shake her off, which leads Cassandra to put pressure on your shoulders to not let you go, then she begins to carefully scan your face, slowly one of her hands resting on your right shoulder slowly moves up your neck making you shiver, then to drag it to your cheek and then to your lips. Your heart and mind did not understand what was clearly happening, instead you just looked at her cautiously, seeing her features up close was something spectacular, her well shaped jaw, plump lips filled with what you clearly knew was blood, her long eyelashes, her makeup running down her face, and her eyes that clearly said "hungry".
Cassandra slowly places her thumb on your lips, you hear a small gasp from her, then a smile formed on her face, was she really enjoying touching you like this?, you look down at your legs, Cassandra was sitting astride you, no escape, small gasps came out of your mouth, you were nervous now, the heat of both your bodies pressed against each other, your heart rate racing, both your faces inches away from each other, and the heat slowly starting to consume you. You were snapped out of your trance when Cassandra took your chin roughly and at the same time turning it to reveal your naked body, you tried to protest again, but a moan of pain came out of your mouth when she exerted force on your jaw, you only watched out of the corner of your eye as she licked her lips.
-- Miss, s-stop whatever you are going to do- ACK!.... -- A choked scream came from your lips, your eyes closed tightly, you felt a great burning and prickling in your neck, you tried to get Cassandra off of you, but this only caused more pain in your neck, one of your hands rested on her shoulder grabbing it tightly, burying your nails hard, to try to make Cassandra get away from you, but she didn't flinch, she kept sucking your blood, embarrassing noises came from her lips, and what you thought it had been hours, in truth it had only been seconds for you and when your vision started to feel tired, the blood leaving your body gave you those discomforts, would Cassandra really kill you? .
When you had already given up Cassandra abruptly moved away from you, this surprised you, but not enough for the tiredness you felt, Cassandra instead covered her lips suddenly, the blood dripped down her chin, and her eyes showed surprise as they looked at you. She spoke very carefully, -- Y-your blood, y-y-you a-are..., -- it seemed that Cassandra couldn't find the exact words, instead you only managed to stammer. -- I... w-what?. -- You said while you slowly pushed Cassandra off of you, he agreed to do it without any problem, since he had already taken what he wanted. -- Y-you a-are a v-virgin.-- Cassandra finished saying.
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