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As he spoke, his eyebrows suddenly rose and his eyes rolled back. His lips
spread wide, exposing a pair of fangs. Brutal and evil, his visage was that of
a vampire.
There in the darkness, what happened in the moments that followed?

The cries of the women melded with the repeated splash of their tail
beating the water’s surface, suggesting unearthly delights had just taken
mastery of them. It was the sisters who had blundered into the pleasurebaited trap. Before long, there was the sound of something heavy dropping into the water three times in succession, and then D quickly gave the
command: “Arise.”

Twisting their torso and serpentine necks, the three sisters rose again. A
hollow shadow clung to their countenances, and their bloodshot eyes were
as damp as the mist, as desire choked the vitality from them. And it was
truly eerie how their glistening, greasy faces were completely bloodless,
with a luster like paraffin. At the base of each of the three necks a pair of
deep red dots could be seen. Fang marks.

Who could have known the demonic blood slumbering within D would
awaken at the last possible second? He wiped his mouth with the back of
his hand. Now, as his gorgeous countenance returned to the cool mountain
spring it always was, he commanded the three sisters to lead him to an exit
in a voice that resembled a moan of pain.

The three heads bobbed wordlessly in midair, then moved off into the
darkness. As D followed them and vanished into the darkness also, a
taunting voice could be heard from around his waist. “No matter how you
hate it, you can’t fight your blood. That’s your destiny—and you know it
deep in your bones.”

In a split second came the response. “Silence! I don’t remember telling
you to come out! Get back in there!”

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