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You have a different type of thirst in mind.
[ It’s almost a whisper. Tongue flicking against his lips absentmindedly, gaze examining her face; ]
You did say 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁𝘀, after all.
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Only if you get caught, sinner.
[ Getting away with anything — no matter how morbid — was his specialty, going hand in hand with his unfaltering ability to mask any emotion, any sensation that dared inch close to the surface.
His rapidly increasing heartbeat +
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» by your weapon of choice — my gaze locks with your own, igniting a fire within me only 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ever could.]
And... what now?
[There's not an ounce of fear in me. I'm staring at you when leaning into you — pushing on the knife with my chin to bring my face closer to yours.]
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+ soft exhale, a rise in temperature… all of which he’s sure she’ll pinpoint. ]
I told you. Bodies drop in your wake. Big numbers. All drained.
[ Tilting his head, sliding the knife against her skin ever so slightly, trailing crimson beads. ]
Unless… +
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Your thirsts are insatiable. Are you sure you’ll ever have enough?
[ Cold carbon steel is now pressed firmly against her chin, until her head falls back, and she’s forced to meet his gaze. ]
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Witnesses. Me. I’m the witness.
[ Momentary loss of his train of thought , sensing moisture tracing where his pulse throbbed;
The hand ghosting over the knife in his pocket grips it, slowly bringing its side under her chin, pressing softly, unthreateningly. ] +
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How does the rumor spread if I only leave victims in my wake?
[Darting my tongue out — I trap its tip between my lips to run it along your carotid, slowly.] Mhm, I wouldn't say that. But I'd let enough blood... relocate to then quench my other thirst.
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[ Welcoming the way his head is guided backwards, warm flesh exposed to her will. ]
Rumour has it that once you start, you don’t stop. That’s some eagerness…don’t you think?
[ Watching her through thick lashes; ]
Is my carotid not of interest to you?
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[Pushing on your jaw with my nose to tilt your head back a little.]
Takes some eager sucking to get to such a.. tragic point. Ideal to quench my thirst, I'd pick preys I couldn't care less about.
But with you.. wasn't I mentioning marks?
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+ momentary discomfort, he registers the moment he is examined for what he appears to be, for what he allows to surface.
Utterly human, yet inhumanly rotten, monstrous. Arguably the worst of his kind. ]
If that makes you more inclined to answer.
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[ Right he was. The majority of the cops he knew were corrupt. Everyone has a price tag. ]
Probably helps that I’m just a lab geek, then.
[ Couldn’t ever see himself as a cop, either way. Wouldn’t match the…type of justice he offered. Personally.
Sensing +
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