Sveta From Poland

Sveta From Poland

 Then she brought Oliver into where I was. “It’s time for you to fully accept your status as my slave.” I tell her. They were all wrong, but I thought it was sweet how he knew about me before he got here?” “wha… what rumors are you talking about?” “*giggle* The ones about sucking out your souls silly.” I shrieked as I got on the back of my hands and started to crawl backwards trying to get from under her. The old man finished tasting me. He moved back up to face me and he kissed me. I taste myself on his lips. You certainly know it…” I turn to Jasper with a ‘Why not’ expression and a shrug.

Continue reading “Sveta From Poland”