He looked like a mannequin
with the face and body of an angelic god
yet the life source smeared across his body
confirmed his devil tendencies"I-I . . . was looking for you."
Lowering himself to her level
he began to crawl toward her
followed by red handprintsThe smell of the woods
and metal
darted up her noseShe was sure he could hear her beating heart
she was terrifiedHe kills people
He kills people
You like it
You love it
You love it
You love him
Remember?"Well, you found me."
His hot breath fanned her forehead
opening her eyes
she watched his iceberg pupils drift
to her open coatHis razorblade grin
made her flush
"This," he fingered the lacy material, "I like."Cupping her breast
and sucking her neck
she began to relaxYes
Yes this is okay
this is what I loveShe tried to ignore his sticky hair and skin
as he drove into her on the stairsShe tried to make her body respond like she did before
she tried to moan and mewl
at all the right moments
she tried
she really tried
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