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Bleed for me, sickly and sweet.
The crimson sticking to my vile hands as i dig at you. Your stained form and flesh becoming slick to the touch.
My thoughts then muddle as i hear each whimper,
Oh, how delicious you are. Your sobs are like the purest of addiction, your blood is like the finest of wine.
So, i devour and take you in.
Cannibalising your body, uttering
"mine."
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