I was a little frightened of him like this. He was coming undone, and he wasn’t just anyone. He was a Smoke Slayer with the ability to slither inside of your mind. At his core, he was a predator, and he always would be. When you are at the top of the food chain, everyone else is prey. The question was simply when he would get tired of playing with you, not if—never if. I didn’t know if he was about to fuck me or kill me, and at this point, one might cause the other. Regardless, I wasn’t going to go down easily—for either of them. What fun was that? I reeled back and punched him in the back as
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