I was raped by a vampire but it was my fault because I wasn’t wearing my garlic panties. He didn’t use his penis, anyway. Maybe he didn’t have one. The vampire was wealthy, he had a big house to prove it, and he raped me with his obscenely long finger. It hurt I screamed I begged him to stop. Then there was blood. “I’m bleeding again,” I said. I had not bled in a very long time.

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