K.C. Blume
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"My sweet, saccharine love. Who do you fear most?"
For two and a half decades, I've been a mere voyeur.
A snake in the weeds, slithering open-mouthed
...
against the floor of Dayleche Forest just to get a taste of the decadence that is her.
Clover.
My ANGEL.
My CHERUB.
Always just out of reach, always barely unattainable thanks to her devotion to the good Lord above. Until fate leaves her crawling to my doorstep, bloodied and weeping of divine Grace.
Now, her loyalty is slipping. Her faith knows conditions and her fear is palpable. I smell it in the iron-rich bone marrow oozing from her flesh, in the glittering tears that sit on her lash line. I have dined on the most taboo of beasts, and no morsel compares to her.
Will Clover abandon all that she knows and indulge in her hedonistic desires willingly, or will I have to drag her to Hell by tattered wings and force her to feast?
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