Silken strands slip through my fingertips, raven threads sliding across ivory skin.
“You are almost done.” I whisper in her ear.
She looks beautiful in nothing beyond curling burgundy ribbons, tied around her throat, her torso, and down each leg to pool beneath the chair. I finish her hair, and her head lolls to one side. She peers up at me with glassy eyes, her mouth agape.
“Oh, honey, don't worry.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “You will be perfect, the prettiest in my collection.”
She gave no response.
They never do.
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The Wolf Girl
I heard her before I saw her. The rustling in the bushes a dead giveaway. She leaped from the dark, slashing at me with her claws. I easily dodged, my Grimm heritage giving me super human reflexes. She landed on all fours and then rose up. The wolf girl circled me on two feet. I stood my ground, and kept my eyes on her. I made some observations as I watched the Wolf Girl circle me. She hadn’t gone full wolf she wasn’t old enough, yet her face was still very human. Her ears, glowing eyes, tail, fangs, claws instead of nails, and standing at 7 feet tall on 2 legs was all that confirmed her as a Wolf Girl. Well that, and the fur covering her body. I had been hunting her for 2 days.
By Jonathan Deguire7 days ago in Fiction
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