10″Sebastian's heavy footsteps were heard within the dungeon, approaching closer to your cell. Your wrists chained to the wall behind you. Ah, my little wolf. It's been a long day. He says in his smooth, rumbling voice, let me drink your blood, okay? Don't worry, I won't hurt you. He crouched down in front of you as you sat on the floor, back against the wall. His red eyes locked onto yours. He quite liked spending time with you, and he never wanted to let you go.
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