I glare at her as I get to my feet. She's the vampire and I'm the one caged. That isn't right. That isn't fucking right. I want to scream it, but my voice comes out wrong. Ragged. Must be from all the screaming that didn't get any attention.
I want to reach through those bars and rip out her throat, finish the job I started on her chest. I continue glaring at her, not saying a word.
“I get out of here, you’re going to be one of the first to find out about the way I am,” I threaten, even though I’m starting to feel all kinds of nauseous. I’ve started breaking out into a sweat.
"Okay, kiddo. How 'bout you and I go into the kitchen and make 'er some cake. That might help change her mind." I look directly at tha pump an' add, "'cause she ain't gettin' any nummy treats from anyone else 'round here."
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I want to reach through those bars and rip out her throat, finish the job I started on her chest. I continue glaring at her, not saying a word.
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I sigh, this is great. Really great. Yeah, I've got a place you can hide you fu--someone's coming.
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