A smirk spread over Spikes face, he hadn’t had food to play with in a very long time. Not since the bloody chip had been implanted by the GI JOE wanna bes. Spike examined the demonic boys neck thoughtfully, perhaps he would have to dispose of this one first. Such fine perfect skin, pale as mother’s milk. Deftly he raised a slendar hand to graze
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