And the Beast screams, and she howls as she strains violently at her captor’s bonds; shrieking with the pain of an unquenched thirst.

Untamed, starved, and full of frustrated rage, she roars her longing; her vehement need.

Black eyes. Black hair. Red claws. White face.


And in Deep Need.

I didn’t see this coming!





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