The man would get the pleasure of victory this time. Her body went limp, saliva pooled around the point of her neck, blood angrily pulsing from the wound. Someday, you bastard, Someday you will pay Venom edged her thoughts as if they were a blade that cut both ways. His jaws would loosen, the intervening of the golden female welcomed. As the sound of the male's voice echoed in her pinned ears, she fought the urge to snap at the beast. Just because she was a slave, the harot shouldn't be treated with such hatred. What did this beast know of respect?! Her breathing was ragged, thoughts slurred. Darkness creeped into her line of vision, but she fought to keep hold of her consciousness. She would not show any more weakness to this brute. A dazed glare was sent in the direction of the colbalt male, speaking only of one thing. I hate you so much.
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