Ready is not a gold thing. Attacks neer come when you are ready. So I put the candle down and glare at you. "No, no you are not." I bkur forward, grabbing your throat in a grio that might as well be made from steel bands. A deep hiss coming from my throat. Eyes bright red, teeth extended. More of my power I draw the more bestial I appear. Without any effort, barely a flick of my wrost you fky across the room, impaling on a cross I have left on the wall. It missed your heart gut I see the wood catching fire. Inside you. Not on your heart, so you will live. "See, you were not ready."
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I love it when a girl talks dirty. My favorites are, No, Stop, Please, and You're Hurting me.
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