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"I'd rather you cut it off."
"Oh?" I laughed, leaning forward so that he could look down the cleavage in my armor, "April thinks I'm the most beautiful girl in the world. Don't you agree with your beloved?"
"You disgust me."
"I'm a disgusting woman." I smiled, stroking his hair, "And when I do those disgusting things to you, you'll come inside me, and change just like Elena did."
"There's not enough succubus extract in the world to get me hard for you."
"We won't be using that." I laughed, "Somehow, I doubt you'll need it. I saw you get hard watching me rape your girlfriend. If that gets you off, then I should have no problem."
Adarian looked away from me, his face contorted in anguish and hatred. I grabbed his head and twisted his neck until her was looking at his beloved, the poisoned kitsune writhing in her binds, her now-violet eyes seeing only me.
"Look at her," I whispered, "look how she wants me. Did she ever sound like that for you?"
"If you don't kill me," Adarian said, tears running down his cheeks, "I will kill you. I will wait for as long as it takes, and one day, you will be off your guard and I will tear out your throat."
"You're very patient, Adarian; it's a quality we do not share." I loomed over him, "After I change you, I am going to hunt down every last one of your precious rangers, and I'm going to bring you along to watch. When the last one dies, I'll send you to my sister as a goodwill present, and you can live the rest of your miserable life as a freakshow in the Bentius Zoo. You're what, only forty years old? For you, patience will be your only grace." My smile faded. I turned away from Adarian, and looked at April. There were moments when I saw clearly what I was doing, when the veil of my grief and hatred was lifted to show April, innocent and brave, sacrificing herself so that the man she loved could live. In those moments, I wanted to claw my eyes out with shame. But then the veil would drop, and all I would see in April's eyes was Patricia's burnt face, or Prestira's dead face, or Elena's agonized face as she was tortured in some dark cell beneath Bentius. The very thought made me want to set the entire world on fire.
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