[oh, Ashraf, you're so close to him, and your heart is beating so quickly in your chest. He can hear the blood rushing in your veins, sense its vitality. He wants to open those veins, to see you scream as the life drains out of your body, to revel in the begging, the cries for mercy. The desire is a flash, a spark, and he recoils from it, and from Ashraf as well, scrambling to put a little distance between them.
He clenches his fists, scraping the armor over his palms.]
Planning to kill me, then? I can already ... [exhale.] I can tell you how that's going to go.
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He clenches his fists, scraping the armor over his palms.]
Planning to kill me, then? I can already ... [exhale.] I can tell you how that's going to go.