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“Blood burns red, through the air it’s blown, Blood pours bright, across the fated throne, Blood draws truth, and rips apart the mind, Blood creates pain, it kills the weak-spined.”
All day. Every day. Constant dicking.
“You gave my kitten a bubble bath?”
“Thanks, I’m entering a ho phase and wanted to get off on the right foot.”
“As you should, little alpha.”
“What did you just say?”
If they needed abstinence, that was fine. Personally, I needed to get railed.
“I’m fourteen now. You don’t need to baby me.”
“You literally were just kidnapped. Clearly, I do.”
No one said anything about the elephant in the room. That I was the human equivalent of a blood parasite and Aran had the forbidden snack.