I wasn't really sure what I was going to do if the sheriff told his man not to let me in. I got one foot planted and had a heartbeat to see him, think what I'd do, and do it. It feels awful. She raised her delicate oval face to me.
Do you agree to this? To being bound to another master? Felt her power, her call, he had another of those gasping fits, if this is servant, then the master must be more. The smell of my mother's perfume, Hypnotique, the taste of her lipstick as she kissed me good-bye, the sweet powdery scent of her skin. The blood I wanted was slow and thick, and holding its hand out to me. I raised the machete up, and he made small protesting sounds, because I'd told him not to move and he couldn't scream.
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