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peers down at her phone screen, leisurely licking the blood from her claws.
It was only when she looked up that she felt a pang of panic strike through her.
“Ah, it’s you. Hey there, Judge. Guessing I can’t convince you it’s fake blood, huh?”
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It’s concerning how any sense of self preservation seems to just evaporate when a pretty little thing comes along. For the ones she picks out, anyway. That’s why they’re such good prey. Sometimes easy gets boring, though.
Tonight she was
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front of her dress, bleeding down into the lower fabric with the aid of gravity.
She has blood up to her elbows, and blood smeared from her mouth, down her neck. Even her heels didn’t escape those beautiful crimson stains.
“He’d better hurry up so I can change…”
The siren
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