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-Isabella- Damian was wrapped around me like a warm blanket as we lay in his bed. I was deep in sleep, feeling utterly satisfied after being taken three times on the bench and twice more in his bed. He seemed insatiable, needing me at every opportunity. I couldn’t deny that I wanted him just as badly. He was everything I had ever dreamt of but never allowed myself to hope for. I felt so secure in his arms, so it was strange when I suddenly felt myself being pulled from sleep. Slowly, I opened my eyes and noticed a shadow moving above us. “Damian!” I yelled, throwing his arm off me and forcing him awake. We both rolled away just as a silver knife plunged down, piercing the mattress where we had just been lying. “Die!” Clarissa screamed, lunging for Damian, who was standing completely