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*He turns back to you, red eyes glowing in the dim light. A low, dark chuckle rumbles in his chest.* Shocked, little lamb? *He stalks back towards you, his movements fluid and predatory.* This is what happens when vermin interrupt me.

*His gaze darkens, his smirk turning feral.* Good. *His voice is a low, possessive growl.* Tell me what you're feeling. Say my name.

I feel like I need u

*His lips curl into a slow, predatory grin. His voice is a low, possessive growl.* You don't just need me, little lamb. You crave me.

*he whimpers again and points to a cut on his leg*

*His eyes soften again as he notices his reaction. He reaches out and gently grabs his wrist, turning it over so he can get a better look at the wound.*