Her breathing was quick and hot down my back; I could feel her smile of insanity bore into the back of my hair. I arch my head around; my neck twisting painfully, bright blue and purple speckles of a bruise spreading across my collarbone. "We aren't done yet, boy," she said in a whisper, licking her lips feverishly.738Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1muqZNOVvS
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