C’mon, sweetness. You don’t have to run. I won’t hurt you.”

A pause, as though he was contemplating.

“Much.” he amended, punctuating this last with a high-pitched tittering laugh that seemed to settle at the base of her neck like a giant insect, making her grind her teeth.

Kaine Andrews

Stichwörter: cruel taunting black-humor woken

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