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Cold lips press against the warmth of her neck
pounding heart be still! for soon you will be mine,
ripping, tearing and growling for more..
I want MORE! but she is limp now an this hunger is never stated. How odd she looks drained a scream frozen on her now cold lips, her eyes widened in sleepy fears..
did she know her death was near? near and from the beast who would come, come to devour her whole and one?
her finger nails broken as she griped hard to the bed,
as a fretful panic across her head?
sssh! belle Mort these razor teeth have brought you a new to my coffin bed.