The Cegua's Prey
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Last published Fri, Aug 21, 2020
Those men, those deliciously vigorous men. They look so handsome, with their perfectly ironed suits, their combed hair and shaved faces. They all change completely after some drinks enter their systems.
They turn into aggressive, unfaithful and careless beasts.
Yeah, I am aware not all of them do, but whenever one slips from the herd... that's where I come in.
After all, their disgusting existences can end up serving a higher purpose. They can help others not to follow in their footsteps and end up in my embrace, and there's some honor in dying like that. Their deaths can be useful.
And I always make sure they can die a beautiful death.
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