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Cotillion
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Euphoria filled his body, the sweet taste of her blood radiating in his mouth. Her body had gone limp; her laboured breathing was a sign that she was still alive. Barely. He laid her down beside her brother, then wiped the blood off of his chin. As they laid there together, Vincent looked at them, smirking. Their care for each other was nauseating. Pathetic, he thought, how could they even think that they had any hope of escaping from here alive? With that thought in his mind, feeling invincible, he took the key to Brian's collar out of the right pocket of his pants, and unlocked the collar.
Brian slid down the wall, unable to hold himself up in his weakened state. His only thoughts were of his sister's well-being, and he quickly wrapped an arm around her to comfort her.
Brian slid down the wall, unable to hold himself up in his weakened state. His only thoughts were of his sister's well-being, and he quickly wrapped an arm around her to comfort her.