For some reason Venom can’t seem to bring his killer instincts to light. There is something captivating about you that draws him in. He lets go of you, only to spin you around to face him. He growls unable to fathom why he can’t kill you. Hot tears stream down your face. His hand gently wipes them away despite his cold demeanor. He leans in with a predatory growl, his tattooed mouth grinning. “Who and what are you?”
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