His hands were beating at his skin like someone covered in spiders, trying to bat away their darkest fears, when those fears are crawling on their body. Like a fallen angel. But see, my master doesn't ask me to butcher helpless unarmed women, like yours does. Shall I show her how it's done? he asked the audience, and they yelled louder, and I wished I'd just taken the damn thing and tried, but too late now.
It held water, and seemed to work, but it was just sitting there. I laid my neck in front of his face, and he couldn't control his body enough to feed. No, he said, and looked at me, his eyes showed too much white. I leaned back from the kiss enough to see his eyes wide and unfocused.
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