Taking What's Ours » Louis-Centric | Zianour...
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"Put your hands up!" Louis shouted with slight tremble in his voice.
The chestnut colored curly haired lad was the first to turn around as the rest followed, all of their mouths falling agape at the sight of him.
Then before Louis could comprehend what's happening, Louis felt a strong gush of wind and then six pairs of sharp and pointy something were sinking down the delicate flesh on his neck.
It was painful... at first anyway. But then he felt something different, something powerful with the painful bite. Something so strong but he doesn't understand it and he couldn't handle it. It was too much for his body to handle that he was seeing black dots then nothing.
But before he finally succumb to the darkness, he heard one, strong growl that shook his very core...
And a voice deep within him quickly and submissively responds with, "Yours..."
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