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Quesadilla Bitch
I woke to a headache and a thought. This was the second Halloween night she ruined.
Bitch.
My second thought, I hurt like a b***h.
I couldn’t move, not even an inch.
“Tsk, tsk. She wakes.”
I recognized that voice, and growled. Or wanted to growl.
I would’ve growled if I had the energy, and speaking of irony.
“You took my energy.”
“I did.” She sounded so smug, coming to stand above me.
I was becoming more oriented.
She had me strapped to a table, my legs and arms tied down and something over my neck to hold me in place. I felt something warm and sticky all over my body, and judging by the blood on her face, I was guessing it wasn’t her blood.
“I drained you dry, and you were so sweet.” She closed her eyes, looking almost blissful. “An energist’s blood is lik
