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Why didn't I kill her? Why didn't I kill the bitch?
She was right there under my fangs (my lips). I could feel her beneath me all helpless and trembling (soft and yielding).
I could smell the scent
of her fear (her perfume). And it would have been so good to take her right in front of Angel.
Take what was his.
Why didn't I kill her? Why did I hesitate? Took too long savoring the moment, that was it. Taking
my time to enjoy my triumph over her.
Some day soon I'll taste her.
She belongs to me now.
