you will . .
because you want nothing more . .
as my 𝗽𝗲𝘁.
❪ her blood——soaked tongue wormed its way to the heroine's quivering lips, slipping its way inside. Taking and claiming the inside of her mouth. ❫
❪ darkness furrowed from beneath her feet, as it practically wrapped around the pair of them . . Squeezing her prey by the heart, with her bloody hand taking hold of her neck. ❫
be quiet . .
❪ she cared not for the wound, placing a bloody hand at the vulpine's cheek. Closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye. ❫
You just . . .
Make me want you all the more. . .
❪ effortless, she withdrew the tool from her flesh. nary a sound was made as she took heavy forward steps. ❫
I can't believe you . . .
❪ she looked on the verge of outrage. Like she might even cry. ❫