I need blood to finish this, I said. The brunette from the alleyway was running her hand up Primo's skin, and that skin was clean and smooth, no blood, no signs of the struggle. Things hadn't gone the way they were supposed to go, and it had thrown him. I mean, I knew it was there, but not where it went.
Please, Anita, I promise not to run, no matter how dark my fantasies get. This attraction to your servants, this need to touch and tend to them was one of the reasons that most servants were treasured possessions. I had seconds to do it right or have him eat my face. Yes, yes, it is.
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