King?

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Deceits back hits the wall with a cracking thud. The hand around his neck gripping tighter as the seconds passed. He closed his eyes tight and clenched his jaw as his knees bucked under him. The lack of oxygen and blood circulation made the world spin around him.

"I told you not to tempt me. Not to push it. Don't forget. Im. In. Charge." A harsh push was added at each of the last three words.

He tried desperately to remove the pressure from his neck. It felt as if it neck would snap backwards. He pushed and hit thier arm but it didn't budge.

"You think that just because it's been a few years that makes you King?" Their voice was bone chilling. Deceit desperately shook his head the best he could, staring pleadingly into thier black eyes.

"I am not you're bitch. I am not your slave." Their pupils turned white and irises turned red. A wicked grin spreading across thier pitch black face. Displaying a set of long, blood dripping fangs and a tongue sharp enough too kill. With a cold stare they said



































"I am your Queen."

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