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    LOWER LIP QUIVERED  in blind desperation for a glimpse of those familiar chestnut hues that samantha grew  too fond  of over the months.    whispered gasps and long legs tangled in sheets suppressed beneath the  IRON  toxic taste of a bloodthirsty hellhound before her.    though palms not directed at the other in prominent sign of surrender, it was displayed out in a careful stance that she didn’t dare to move a limb.                    ‘   you want t’ kill someone ?    fine.    kill  ME.   ‘