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Gore gushed, globbing against Hannibal's lap like a wet whip of washed hair. The blood beaded into dreary black dollops upon the charcoal-checkered pleats of his silk suit. As the streak of scarlet splattered, he felt the cruel constriction of his finely crafted clothes. He hardly had time to bask in the beauty in the brutality before blood began to boil. Hannibal hid his envious, evil eyes. The moment was perfect. An earworm of a crisp apple crunching before a blood-curdling shriek. He knew it wasn't logical to hear the hag's skin ripping slowly as if it was sandpaper torn down the center. Nor the snapping sinews that came in serena

Jezebel disliked the scrutiny of palpating fingers. It reminded her too much of the inappropriate curiosities her father exhibited once she'd reached womanhood and each menstrual cycle succeeding it. Or when he'd invite strange men to the house and do nothing as they stared with hollow eyes and grinning teeth, forcing her to fend off palms too eager to crawl up her gown. Adalina's touch felt uneasily similar to the rough, covetous hands of church men skirting across her outer thigh, so when the point of contact idled too long against her neck, the lass's modest demeanor succumbed to interjection, and quickly, she eased the woman's arm away.

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Summer goes a deep red when she sees the text and the picture, gently biting her lower lip as she felt herself getting wet again. She had a feeling that tomorrow night was going to be one she would remember for sure, it felt nice to be wanted. As well as by people who weren't just looking for a fling, Summer felt she had hit the jackpot with these two demons. -Next night, 7pm- Summer was already at the table, waiting for her two guests. Wearing a beautiful orange shoulderless dress that was held up by wrapping around her neck. She cut a nice figure in it and had made sure to do her make up for tonight, wanting to look her best. She