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KILLIAN Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound of my fingers drumming on the chair’s armrest flows with a steady rhythm. But there’s no flicker of serenity in my bones. In fact, the raging storm from earlier has heightened to distances I haven’t experienced before. The chaos from the house has died down with everyone leaving or scattering all over the property like rats. And I’m here. In the semi-darkness—my natural habitat—staring at the girl who’s fucking up my whole system. Glyndon has been fast asleep since I stuffed her full of my cum. When I pulled out, her blood was all over my cock and the sheets, and that scene made me hard all over again. But since she’s a spoilsport, she passed out. I didn’t change the sheets. I let her lie there, nude, her legs sprawled and with some dried blood between her thighs. It’s a scene I’ve been watching from my position on the chair opposite the bed while burning one cigarette after the other. Glyndon is oblivious to the irritating change happening within me—th