So delicate he parted her lips, the moment the sweet nectar touches his fingers, all of humanity drains from his soul. Not man, but beast, his nails scar the walls that bind them, A fury unleashed at depths that can never be repaired.
His hand to her neck, he reminded her where she belonged. He had already carved his name deep in her slick walls, the pads of his nails still covered with the memories. Shoving his fingers down her throat, he fed her his addiction. As the beast feasted on her body, the soul drained of all it’s mercy and hope.
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