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However, while the smells did disgust him, they produced no physical reaction. Instead, the disgust he felt was psychological. He felt contempt for the producers of the vile excretions. For the fucking humans. She ran a slender hand up and down the length of one of her porcelain-white thighs, licking her lips as she watched him. David felt his cock grow as he watched her caress herself. Her voice was huskier when she spoke: “You feel it now, don’t you? ” David couldn’t help it. He smiled. ” He sprang to his feet and exploded toward her.
He didn’t want to make any more missteps. “Um…sure. ” She watched him with a strange glitter of expectation in her eyes. David coughed. “Okay. ” David summoned a smile. “It’s a fucking awesome name. ” David nodded eagerly, as if no one had ever said anything so astonishing. “Wow. Romanian. ” She relinquished her grip on his wrist. “Look at her, David. I selected her just for you. ” David nodded again. “Pleased. Yeah. ” “Then take her. Drain the life from her. ” David didn’t need to be told twice, even as her choice of words carved a niggling slice of doubt in what little remained of his conscience.
The delusion lasted until the moment he became aware of the heavy chain links encircling his wrists and ankles. His head tilted downward as his eyes fluttered open. His eyes widened and he sucked in a big breath as he realized just how high above the ground he was. The vampire woman’s throne of blackened skulls and bones looked like a piece of pretend furniture plucked from a dollhouse belonging to Satan’s granddaughter. Ditto for all the rickety tables and torture devices. But this did nothing to distance him psychologically from the gruesomeness of the grisly tableau.
Bloodrush by Bryan Smith