He ran his fingers over the bruised crescent teeth marks that accompanied and connected the two canine bites, contrasting Sunoo's bloody, pale, milky thighs that were now littered with shades of red, purple, and black - like an empty canvas made for him to use. He admired the art he had created - t'was a mess, a bloody mess, a disgusting one, there was so much blood flowing out of him - It was so fucking hot. a short sunsun bookAll Rights Reserved