![]() His high cheekbones look so amazing with his chiseled jaw line. ![]() I see the red shades of the fire dancing in waves across his layered shoulder length hair. He is sitting in a chair across the room in front of a fire looking striking as the fire dances across his amazingly handsome features. When I come to, lying in a bed made of the softest feathers I have ever felt, I see Aison. “What ceremony am I here to complete?”Īpparently, this is all too much for my brain to register and I black out for I do not even know how long. You will then be mine for all of eternity-As I feel the ominous intent to his words I ask what ceremony he is referring. However, if the others decide to kill you after the ceremony I can finish the transformation. He seems to find my dread and questions amusing and he pauses for a second before answering my question. ![]() “What do you mean my maker? Am I going to be one of you things?” ![]() Shuddering, I understand what he has just said to me. I have consumed your blood as you have mine, and you are now fond of your maker.” ![]() He smiles softly at my innocent question, shaking his head. What is happening to me? Has he placed me under a spell? I muster the courage to ask him, “Have you placed me under a spell, is that why I want you now?” Now I want him to kiss me in the most private areas of my body. No more than an hour ago, he was the ugliest thing in the world to me. ![]()
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