Starving

Please,” said the idiot boy. “Please help me. Go get someone. Oh, god, that’s so good. No. I mean it. Please help me.”

“We’re fine here,” the vamp apparently named Marla said.

“Yeah,” said the other, slightly sleepy and stupid with sex. “Perfectly fine.”

Ignatius steepled his fingers and brought them to his lips, shaking his head. From his place in the darkness, Randall crept forwards, holding the knife easily in his right hand.

“Oh, my dear Marla,” Ignatius said. “You are far from fine.” He stepped forward, grabbing the purple tuft of the girl on the arms and yanking her upwards. She squealed.

“Hey,” said the idiot boy. “I was looking at that.”





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