his scorpion tail was firmly highlighted at your throat, the lethal needle was within reach of immobilizing your entire body if it had been shifted any closer.

“oh, so you’re a rare?” meruem presses as he orbits you in advance—his energy dominant and ominous, ensuring society to acknowledge that he reigns as king for both the chimera ants and humans.

“a rare and a beauty.”

he crosses his arms and says, “i wonder if you taste better than you look.” a minor sneer cultivates on his lips as crimson blood originates around his fangs regarding his earlier meal. “i’ve been dying to get a bite of a rare.”