She went sickly white at this threat. No one could have brought him to justice nor held him in a jail. ' He took me along a corridor, where the air was so thick with the scent of blood that my head swam. Karl, naked in the darkness, as passionate, beautiful and amoral as Lucifer himself.
And you don't care, she whispered. what am I doing to her? The tenderness he felt for her was genuine, but it was also self-deceiving. Karl's spirit, those entrancing eyes so full of life and deceptively acid humour, were absent; yet there was a presence in this chamber. there's nowhere he can hide and no corner of his life he can keep secret from his master.
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