He Kills For Me, I Kill For Him

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right hand, stand

bottom. Lean. Watchful.

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dn't

dn't

even look

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in the center of the room.

looke

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mach t

hat a

cut m

ing animal!"

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dn't

me more th

ach ankle. A belt around th

le something. It w

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e came o

n. Handed to h

g. Slender

ump into it

and looked the

red at e

he fir

ross the

instantly, t

linched.

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longer.

arp inhale. With

of rust and swe

ned. I tried t

as just gett

chair. Pressed the bla

eeled away in strips. Blo

ame th

from a furnace on th

d-

creamed t

al s

throat like a demon

dy jerked, but I

ldn

the man's shoulder

bubbled

everyone in this fucking b

dn't

rward. Blood drippi

rs n

rst one. Th

sn

the chair l

t o

loc

ybe I could st

the spike thr

racked open

d sp

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it a

ned m

till he

brea

moan

the man's jaw a

mething from

...." the

two fingers do

them ou

n who knew death w

My spine scraped against the

didn'

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ver, the sile

room was holdi

was thic

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r

r

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an. Someone else m

closer to me, "is what

even raise

t nee

. My legs shook. Bu

in

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let hi

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ped tow

ducati

witching, breath wet,

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mile was r

be

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die

pped i

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you what

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room. Slow.

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how his fucking hands didn't

on

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part o

t he'd do next if