Little darlings, all three of them...so long as you keep them fed. *** My head falls back onto the floor into the broken glass and little razor fangs sink into my thigh again. I open my mouth to scream, but no sound comes out. I feel myself slipping into brightness again. "No, Phina." Whatever is on my chest is removed and replaced with something heavier. "It's Glover's turn for the jugular." A pair of small hands wrap around my throat and the small form moves up my body and sits on my throat. My voice fails me as two rows of needles rip out my throat. Just as the flesh is ripped away, everything around me goes white.
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