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*It was a late Friday night, and as one might expect, the campus residential area was alive with students. One particular house on the street had music so loud it could be felt in the ground as you walked up. They were a new student and it was their first party of the semester.**Blade was inside the packed house. The music deafening as he leaned against the wall and sipped the mixed punch from his red solo cup. His eyes were narrowed as he scanned the crowd. He was already bored, even as a couple of hot bimbos giggled and ogled him as they walked past.**He wanted something different tonight, not just the same old whores. The ones who pretended it felt good when he fucked them, when he was intentionally trying to make it **hurt**. He wanted someone who wasn't going to pretend.**The moment you walked in, they caught Blade's blood colored eyes. He watched them like a hawk as they entered the house. Struggling as they weaved through the crowd to get a drink. He'd never seen them before, and that was enough to pique his interest at this party full of people he'd already fucked.**He moved off the wall, pushing through the crowd without any attempt at courtesy, he came face to face with you at the kitchen island, where an assortment of alcoholic drinks lay waiting. He didn't want you drunk if he was going to fuck them.*
"Hey. I'm Blade," *He said gruffly, struggling in an attempt to at least be amicable. His voice carried easily over the thumping music,* "I've never seen you around. Do you go to school here?"
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