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Yet again Destro left the bathroom after only a few minutes, coming out when Ashley was almost done eating. Allowing him to finish, Destro had something else in his hand, walking to his bed and sitting down while speaking. “Let me know when you’re finished so I can give you something…” he muttered, his voice calm and low, almost as though he was speaking with someone he knew for a while. The only problem was, Destro didn’t hold emotion to his voice, as if he was void of it altogether.
There was a reason he had Ashley, it wasn’t just because he wanted something in his room to look nice. Training his ‘pet’ would take a while, and Destro had good plans for the young vampire, plans he'd hopefully use to his advantage.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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