The view of her pale ass cheeks was a more than welcome sight, when Greg woke up with a start. The foul taste in his mouth, and the fact that he seemed to be tied to the bed less so, then again…
“I’m normally the one to do the tying up, but I’m game, darling.”
The young beauty he’d picked up for the sole purpose of slaying his thirst, straightened up slowly, and his blood ran cold, when she smiled.
In the cold light of day he could see her for what she really was.
His worst nightmare come alive.
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