Blood Bath
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Last published Sat, Oct 24, 2015
Creepypasta x Killer!Dead/Undead!Reader
(I will say your hair is very long just so the idea can play out, everything else about your looks is up to you)
You flipped the dagger within your hands up into the air as your victim stared in terror, struggling in the binds of your long (h/c) locks. Your ice cold (s/t) skin caressing his cheek as you licked your pink lips, staring into the now slowly dulling green eyes of the horrified man. His energy began to drain as your binds grew tighter around him, and his eyes were now fully dull. You giggled and placed his body on the table and grabbed some buckets, "Lets begin~!"
(!!WARNING!! THIS STORY IS GOREY AND CONTAINS EROTICA IN IT! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE PLEASE DO NOT READ. IF YOU DID READ DON'T COME COMPLAIN TO ME ABOUT IT, YOUR THE ONE WHO DECIDED TO READ IT)
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