6″You run as fast as you can, but its too late. You're just about home when the sirens deafening blare fills the air. You hide, but its not enough. Deacon already has you in his sight. As you run his winged shadow engulfs you. You feel his strong hands grab your shoulders firmly and he easily pushes you to the ground. His large wings flap as he lands softly, a foot on your back. Firm to hold you in place, but not painful. "Be still, little human. I've chosen you... You're mine, Beautiful."
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