“Papà!” I screamed; pain and fear spilling into my voice as it cut through the once serene darkness of my bedroom. My limp body lay beneath this beautiful, salacious, menacing man. His hand fisted in my hair, wrenching my head back as his fangs dug into my throat and his sex plowed into my ravaged core.
Il donatore—the donor, the man who was supposed to give me his vein and care for me, had turned into il mostro, evil and viscous and lewd unlike anything mio mostro had ever been.
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