Page 74 of Feral Omega

Eyes travel over her slender form.

Her breasts rising and falling with each breath.

Fresh blood wells from her arm, stains her snow white skin.

Wound much worse than the cut on her neck.

Close to the heart.

Too close.

Can't stop staring at it, at her.

She is perfect.

I do not deserve to even glance.

Rip a strip of fabric from my sleeve.

Wad it into bandage.

Wrap around arm.

Hands are too big, too clumsy.

Can't tie the bandage.

Can't help.

Frustrated snarls build in my chest.

Lean back on my haunches, glaring at my hands.

Big.

Powerful.

Built for violence.

For destruction.

Not for this, not for helping, not for saving.

Try one more time.

Smear more blood.

Make her wince.

Her arm hurts.

Her throat hurts.

She feels pain.

Useless disgusting monster!

MONSTER.

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