Haunted By The Vampire King
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"Please don't, I can't bear these anymore...no longer..please........." I screamed to him
but he didnt care instead he came closer
and he raised his hand
"Please...no please I beg you dont do this to me" I cried and requested him
"Then give me what I want" he said finally and I gave in
"Fine take it away, but you should know that I loath you" I said to him.
But he smirked at me and in a flash all the spiders disappeared and he came close to me and kissed me on my neck , and savouring me as I am his last meal
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