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~ Prologue ~

 

He searched for them. Hunt them like hunter in forest.

Every of them separately, every of them in a different way. He remember the first one.

 

They were spinning and dancing around. He was wearing red dress. And his skin was so pale, but yet so beautiful.

The boy in red lead him into the carriage and told the carriage man to drive them in unknown place. He just closed the door, when boy in black lay him down on the carriage's seat. He started to massage his throat, very gently at first.

But then he a bit stronger, and the boy in red started to search the way to other's chest. Because he wasn't comfortable anymore and his dancer saw the fear in his eyes.

 

But he hold him even harder. The boy in red dress started to shake his hands, but other was stronger.

He lean with his lips closer to boy, and kiss him in a very simple way and very lovely.

 

The boy in black closed his eyes, and press his hands harder around other's neck. He heard a quiet bang and lips under his suddenly atrophied.

He move away from his lover and put his shaking hands on his tights.

 

 

The boy in red was his first. After him there were many more, and he knew the number. He knew the new of each boy, and every of them was different, each of them more special.

Although nothing of this wasn't important right now. Because it was time of harvesting, time for hunting.

 

 

And he was ready...

 

 

 

 

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