... his venom travelling deeper with every passing time... making my blood boil and frozen at the same time. Makes my skin and throat ache.

His voice is the trigger. All I could see is red. His red lips and my red blood. I knew, the ritual was done. I'm surrendering to it. Whatever mysteries it holds are known to me now yet, I demand for more. . . Manjushree

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