41: Never feels old

LOGAN

“Let’s seat, sweetheart,” I guided us back to our seats while that confused look remained glued to her face.

“We’re seated, now tell me what that thing means,” she insisted.

Whew. While her innocence was adorable, I wish I didn't have to explain a concept like this to her, but it was too late for that wish to be fulfilled.

“A blood whore is someone that enjoys being fed on, genuinely, to the extent that they feel intense sexual pleasure while their skin is being suckled on instead of mere pain,” I stopped and rubbed my hands together gingerly, “in fact, the pleasure stems from the pain.”

Ashley looked like she was about to gag and throw up on the spot. I’d never seen such disgust in her eyes and that was weird because she’d watched me gruesomely torture my enemies.

“What the hell? Sexual pleasure? Christ, that's... Fucking gross,” she hissed, heaving like she was struggling to keep herself sane.

I watched her drag in a long breath and let it out in uncomfortable hitches.

“So, sh