Drenched in Bloods

Drenched in Bloods

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WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing1h 45m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Aug 18, 2016
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Tall, muscles, and vicious, that is what the man in front of me screams. His brown complexion, electric grey eyes, slightly cricket nose from years of fighting, define jaw structure, thick toned muscles thyat doesn't make him look like a muscle addict, and his smell, gbod I can just bathe in it for days. Jesus I want him. "I'll ask again who are you?" The click of his semi automatic snaps me out of b trance. Shifting my weight I feel myself wet with arousal that it aches. "Are you his-" his sentence is cut short when ten more guys with the same uniform as him comes barreling through the door. They don't ask question before they start spraying with bullets. I whip out my dagger and go to work, carelessly dodging bad aimed bullets. The first six die instantly with one slash to the main vein in their groin area. The last four I spin around, cutting as I go. One guy puts me in a bear hug from behind, making me drop my blade. I lift my right leg over my head, kicking him right in the face.
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"You'll be fine?" I shrieked. "You just got freaking stabbed! You're letting out more blood than a girl on her period! You are not going to be fine! I have to call the police. No wait, I have to call an ambulance! Oh my God, why didn't I think of that before? Stupid, Genevi-" "Stop talking!" he growled, turning away. I wrung my hands together in panic, trying to calm myself down. "I can take care of this, kitten. Leave me alone. It's just a small wound. Not like I haven't been stabbed before." he muttered the last part. "What?!" "Leave." he growled. I stared at him, unable to close my mouth. I had never seen someone get stabbed before. Heck, I had never seen someone get into a fight before. Ever. The only violence I had experienced was in movies. It was unfortunate for me that I found out how I would react in a danger situation like this. And by react, I mean completely flip the hell out. *LANGUAGE WARNING*

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