He wound his fingers through my hair, toward my skull, and touched the wound he had caused. My nerves burned with the contact and goosebumps covered my arms as the thin scab broke. I squeezed my eyes shut as the pain started again. He brought his bloodied fingers to his nose and took in a moaning, deep breath. Acidic bile tickled the back of my throat, but I forced myself not to show this weakness. It would only make things worse.
Turning me around again, I could see the hunger in his dark, dazzling eyes, and I knew it was coming.
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Peter, Peter
HorrorWarning: If you have nightmares after reading about cannibals, this is probably not the best book for you. Having said that, I hope you enjoy the story!
