The Sunday Whirl

“So this is a game to you, eh?” The curl of his blonde hair settled over the scar on his cheek. She felt faint, as a flicker of the hidden red in his eyes shown. He circled her neck with the tip of his hand and the words of protest failed her. She knew the key to survival was to split her mind into two parts: what was happening now and what would happen if she balked at his touch. The strong spirit born into her was crushed as he bared his fangs.

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