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(¸.•´ (¸.•A Doormat's Sonnet
Sickening disgust filled up inside me as a pair of leathery soled shoes crushed their solid weight on top of my thick, fibrous body. The owner of those legs knocked on the door. I knew this because I have ears. Everything in Draymor Manor has ears and eyes and taste.
(Good God am I ever hungry)
The wide oak doors swung open. Nothing creaked. The living things in this house are as swift as the ghosts that live inside them. A pale man with stretched, taught skin answered.
(And he’s my master please master I am so hu-u-ungry...)
His fangs lashed out of his mouth, and attached to the peddler like a swamp leech. The peddler’s screams turned to thick, pitiful grunts. Blood was spraying out with powerful thrust.
(But I only need one just one just one)
A handful of blood splashed on top of me. I screamed in joy as I absorbed the liquid. The walls were jealous. After all, the peddler’s neck had landed on the “L” in “Welcome”.
The body would decay. And we would wait for the next feast.
(Waiting for the next dead corpse because God I am still hungry just another drop please)
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