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Dancing #50

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But little sound escaped me. Hard, cold fingers pierced the back of my neck pulling my head onto her. Her passion intense, frenzied and relentless, she forced her gaping muzzle hard against mine, but hers were no soft, warm lips. I felt the press of cold bone, her teeth and jaw crushing and cutting into my lips as pain stabbed through me. I couldn't pull my head away, her grip on my neck was irresistible and even amidst numbing horror I knew the searing pain of her fleshless fingers ripping my flesh and muscle as blood streamed down my neck.

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