Fangs of Love

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acked stone I had grown accustomed to. My heart raced as I tried to piece together the fragments of my last memories. The Purge.

the room. This was wrong. I shouldn't be feeling anything. I shouldn't be...alive. Panic clawed at my chest, my

ed in. Her movements were quick but gentle, her eyes filled with something I didn't re

voice laced with relief. She fretted over my c

face morphed in understanding. She made a move to come closer

about this felt wrong. Who was she? Where was I? The questions

or a moment before speaking agai

ought of continuing this existence, of finding some new reason to live, was too much to bear. My entire life had been nothing but pain

pain had been replaced with this dull, disorienting numbness. But the woman's eyes, the way she looked at me with no hatred,

e filled the space, a towering figure with an intensity that made my breath catch. He moved toward me wit

me, pulling me close, his body warm against mine. He held me like I was something precious, something to be protected

is scent. It was mouthwatering an

w but the type that activated all your senses. I felt every single shock in the enti

d to brand me with, but a soothing, intoxicating warmth that seeped into my very bones. I wanted to push him away, to figh

authoritative voice quaking with his int

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I was feeling and experiencing this on earth. A sigh of relief escaped from my lips. Final

spoken in reverence and fear by the

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had heard stories of him, tales whispered in the dark, of a monster who ruled with an iron fist.Of a man who had killed thousa

er's ro

echoed off the walls, bouncing back at me, amplifying my fear until it was all I could hear. The man

could silence the horror that had taken root in my heart. I was trapped, caught between the