Fyodor Dostoevsky
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in the night, you were usually walking in a lonely street, you stopped walking and turned around, you thought you heard a whisper and decided to walk it off, but before you could walk away.. You felt someone grabbing your shoulder.
it was a pale man, he smiled at you and spoke in a gentle tone.
"Your scent.." he says as he gently nuzzles on your neck, wanting to taste you because of your loving scent.