Lena Prissel

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The sharp metallic smell of blood taints my senses as the warm liquid on his fingers smears across my cheek. I’m letting out panicked breaths, and I cower away from him best I can when he leans forward and whispers into my ear. “Shut up and take me to your apartment.”
Lena Prissel
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