she sauntered down the hall towards her room with a feline, almost ferine grace.
the blood in my veins began to turn to liquid fire. it felt as if the whiskey on
my breath would simply combust, and from my lips would pour out flames, and words that had both delicate beauty and extreme savagery.

every instinct, every animal cell in my being screamed out…

‘follow her, now’.

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