The taste of her blood was what he craved. Something about her drew him in when he pierced her soft skin. Her blood coursing through his veins, the taste still lingering.
The taste,
it was different,
it was bittersweet.
The taste of her blood was what he craved. Something about her drew him in when he pierced her soft skin. Her blood coursing through his veins, the taste still lingering.
The taste,
it was different,
it was bittersweet.
His body laid like a ghoulish mannequin,his face was bruised,covered with blotches and his ribs had been broken.His throat had been cut like a dead goat in a waste of blood.Jihye looked at the person...