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Luna's Light 2Tears welled from her eyes as she was shoved into a chair. Why did they have to be so rough? She looked around. Unlike the dungeon, this place was well lit and clean. It looked just like a doctor's office, only it had a creepy feeling to it. In the corner was a regular looking computer on a work desk full of old papers, with an office chair tucked in.
One of the men sat in the office chair and tapped something into the computer. "Name?" he asked.
Ayame was about to reply, when the other man gripping her arm said " Ayame Wildfang."
How do they know so much about me? she thought.
The man on the computer finished typing information, and then got up, holding something long pointy, a needle. The other man brushed her brown hair off of her free arm, and then held that one firmly, too, with surprising force.
It was then she started to panic. She kicked and screamed in protest, struggling as much as she could. "Leave me alone!" she cried, and struggled som
Luna's LightHer eyes darted around the forest, dark and foggy, blocking what was ahead. She tried to throw her sight ahead, but the fog was too thick, even her mind could not penetrate it. He wasn't far off, the darkness that plagued her. She could sense him watching, laughing at every futile move she made.
You cannot run my little wolf. a sly voice rang inside her head, the voice she least wanted to hear. "No!" she screamed, flattening her ears in frustration and ran ahead into the damp mist.
Suddenly, a shadow sprang from the boggy ground. He had somehow gotten in front of her! The aura of darkness crept towards her, taking the form of a black panther. Her muscles were paralyzed with fear, her eyes glazed, her mind frozen. She could do nothing as he bunched his muscles, and pounced on her, his deadly teeth hitting their mark.
"Hey. Are you okay?" a voice tenderly asked.
She awoke in a cold sweat. The freezing floor beneath her chilled her bones. What happened?
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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