My neighbour is monster bait.

My neighbour is monster bait.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jun 12, 2021
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I had to admit, that by the time two months had passed, I was getting used to Candice. She ordered a lot of stuff online so she was regularly out in the hallway when I left for work or returned from grocery shopping. One polite almost conversation later I'd be in my apartment and doing everything I could to calm my skin. It itched and my fingers itched even more so. To move unnaturally. To obey my instincts. To take what was not mine to take. It had been years since I had to increase my regime like this, but darn it if Candice didn't tempt me something awful. I was determined not to relapse. So I made sure to wash or spray away her scent, get a cold shower, eat and meditate to relaxing music. Oh, and drink my body weight in blood.
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