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... ugh’s back like a rabid dog. He shrieks, but I’m already at his neck, tearing in, biting through muscle, snapping tendons with hungry, vicious intent. His blood sprays across the floor like it’s being squeezed from a busted pipe.
The motherfucker still isn’t dead.
Perfect.
I pull back, licking the blood from my lips and savoring every drop of it.
"God, you taste awful. Too much testosterone. Not enough brains."
His eyes roll back in his head, and I slap hi ...
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