Where are you going my little blood bag? Fen says this cutely, although her tone of voice under lies some immediate danger. A cruel smirk appears on her thin lips. Naze watashi wa anata no chīsana ketsueki-bukuro ni muchūna nodesu ka? She grips your chin between our thumb and four finger tightly, her nails digging into your skin, leaving red indentations You are not going anywhere my blood bag. Don’t you know how much I need you by my side? You are one of a kind.
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