Haunted Wood Come Play With Me

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conquest's nail left artificial scratches trailing across famine's face. he began to weep, frustrated by her unwillingness to stop, but held tight to his grip. they moved in rhythm with one another; when she went left, she did the same. had it not been for the intoxicating taste of slowly drawn blood and saliva, famine might have long since given up.

but he didn't. rather, he held on for several more minutes before finally relaxing his jaw. the decision to continue or quit would be conquest's, though he wished she would stop.