Placeholder: Around her, the crowd pulsated wildly. When Sabrina unleashed a desperate howl into the mic, begging the dark forces to take her, Samantha threw back her head and opened her mouth in a primal scream. For a moment, I glimpsed glistening white fangs where her canines should be. A shudder went through me at the feral sight. But before I could be certain, she slammed her head forward again, lost in oblivious euphoria. The band launched into a face-melting guitar solo as Samantha began to truly cut l Around her, the crowd pulsated wildly. When Sabrina unleashed a desperate howl into the mic, begging the dark forces to take her, Samantha threw back her head and opened her mouth in a primal scream. For a moment, I glimpsed glistening white fangs where her canines should be. A shudder went through me at the feral sight. But before I could be certain, she slammed her head forward again, lost in oblivious euphoria. The band launched into a face-melting guitar solo as Samantha began to truly cut l

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Around her, the crowd pulsated wildly. When Sabrina unleashed a desperate howl into the mic, begging the dark forces to take her, Samantha threw back her head and opened her mouth in a primal scream. For a moment, I glimpsed glistening white fangs where her canines should be. A shudder went through me at the feral sight. But before I could be certain, she slammed her head forward again, lost in oblivious euphoria. The band launched into a face-melting guitar solo as Samantha began to truly cut l

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