Él traga duro y, con ello, un olor delicioso llega hasta los agujeros de mi hocico. Lo aspiro y siento un enorme gusto que me hace gruñir de deseo. Es un olor frío, a carne y sangre helada... es el olor del miedo.

-Mariana Palova

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