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Destro sighed, seeing how he went into the corner like a caged animal. Walking to the bathroom, the vampire went and grabbed the needle he had used earlier, cleaning it up and coming back into the room with it. Instead of using it on Ashley, he decided to put it back. There was no reason to make him even worse...plus he had to get better by tomorrow due to his classes.
Destro walked back to his bed and sat down, looking over at his pet and speaking again. "Wake me up again and I'lll break your limbs...one by one." He sighed, as if what he had said was a simple 'goodnight' or something much less corrupt.
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~Ernest Gaines
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