I apologize for this lameness
The man cried out as he felt the hot burn of fangs sinking into his flesh. His grip on the bronze woman forgotten as pain screamed in his mind and he thought only to beat of its creator. His hand rising to strike at the dark chocolate flower that had once seemed so frail and fragile now showed the thorns that laid hidden. The little bitch, he had only been playing with them. He had not harmed either of them, had he? Not stopping to consider the emotional and mental toll his words and action might have caused. Physically, he had not harmed them and nor had he intended to. But now that they had drawn first blood he had no qualms with striking back.
He was denied even that satisfaction though, as the beauty was pulled from his reach as they fled from him. It was a shame. The thought of pursuing them tempted his mind but even he knew better than that. Chasing after them would gain him nothing but more trouble and the true prize was obviously not on the table. A shame indeed.
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