"The thought of me slitting your delicate little throat must excite you. I can feel your rapid pulse." His nose glides up the jugular vein as he speaks, the sensations almost causing me to moan. His head rises, staring into my eyes, slowly removing the knife, he leans in, swiping his tongue across the open wound, a quiet groan leaving his lips as he tastes the blood he inflicted. My mouth drops open, clenching my thighs as wetness pools between them. He notices this, watching, his lips form that infamous smirk. "You'll be a fun new toy. We'll be seeing each other again." He says, planting his lips directly over the wound, leaving a light kiss. ________________ Kaliya is an eighteen year old with a peculiar fascination; serial killers. She's dreamt of meeting one of these brazen men since childhood, that wish falling into her lap when she witnesses a murder. She got more than she could have ever imagined when he becomes interested in her, turning this into a mutual obsession.
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