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CH 129 — In Your Eyes

Sienna Eggler

24 Jul 2025 — 5 min read

It was hard not to laugh with two hands lightly caressing her ribcage, yet Zelamir refused to give her tormentor any satisfaction. Especially not with that dull eyed girl judging them from the other side of the room.

“Zelly,” a low voice murmured in her ear, warm breath radiating from her cheek to her neck.

She bit back a squeal as Laken redoubled their efforts, teeth gently pinching her skin. Zelamir squeezed her eyes shut, but could not longer prolong the inevitable. Peals of laughter escaped her, body going limp in her beloved’s arms.

“I knew you couldn’t resist,” they whispered, not flinching even as Zelamir struck their arms. “Hey now…”

“You’re killing me,” she wheezed between breaths.

Laken chuckled. “Weren’t you the one who told me about the small death? How did it go…”

Young Charlotte had thankfully fled the room by then, but not soon enough for Zelamir’s tastes.

Still, she could only whisper, “La petite mort. And you know that’s very different from physical death.”

Another laugh, another playful bite. “I’m only teasing, Zel. Unless…”

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CH 3 — The Hopeful Skeptic

CH 2 — The Crimson Wolf

CH 128 — "Sorry, reception was really bad."

CH 1 — The Artist