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  After the curious demon sniffed you to find out if your ok. You thought is was a fairly awkward process. "You know your my property? Corret!" She urgered.
  My face started to heat up, I fluttered my eyes. Her mask was close to my face meaning her face was close to mine."Of course I do." I stammered lightly. "Good."She yawned, fluttering her eyes.
"Is the phantom of the opera sleepy?" I teased. She shot a glare that could put a black mothers disappointment to shame. I sent a shiver down your back. She saw what she did and softened. She stretched her arms up making the hem of her shirt lift.
She laid down on your legs (succulentthighs) and adjusted her black mask. "I'm sorry. I just like to take care of something. If ends up making me protective, but your mine and don't forget it." She murmured. 
  "I won't forget."It wasn't even a minuet before she fell asleep. She lie so peacefully when she isn't threatening to kill you. You were listening to her uneven breathing, and before you know it you dosed off to sleep.
  Little did you know of what was being planned.

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