This is probably the fastest update I've ever done. :D Hope you like this. I know I liked writing it, though it is a bit short for a proper chapter. And thank you for favoriting this (not sure if that's a real word, but you get the point)

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The boy was laying on the floor in fetal position, wearing the now dark-red in color cow fur. He mumbled incoherent words and stared at his hands. They still had three fingers in total attached to them. His other eye was hanging by the optic nerve, and his body was missing small pieces all over, like someone had carved him with a tiny ice-cream scoop.

Freddy stood next to the boy and examined his wounds, occasionally poking at them as though he was checking how deep they were. Once he had enough Freddy kicked the kid so that he rolled on his back, then stood astride above him.

"N... no, p-please", the boy begged. "This doesn't f-feel good... anymore..."

Freddy glanced questioningly at Urban, who was sitting on the bed.

"I convinced him he was tripping out", she answered.

Freddy replied only with a 'hmph'. He reached down to grasp the boy by his throat and lifted him partly in the air.

"Trip's over."

The boy gurgled once before his last words.

"That sucks..."

Freddy struck.

Urban watched with interest as Freddy absorbed the soul. All that was left of the boy was blood and little pieces of flesh.

"Aah!" Freddy sighed contented. "Idiots have their own special flavor."

"Souls have different flavors?" Urban enquired, amusement in her voice.

The man turned his head so he could just see her.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the mess on the floor. Her shirt had teared just enough for her cleavage to show nicely. She wiped a strand of hair away from her face and stood up to go look out the window. She needed to lean over the drawer to reach the windowsill.

Freddy was following her movements and finally paid special attention on her behind. "Not bad."

Urban turned around. "You said something?"

"I might have." He turned completely to face Urban. "Come here."

She stepped a few steps closer, about five feet from him.

"Closer."

Urban frowned a bit as she moved only inches away from Freddy.

The man reached his left hand slowly towards her face, as if to stroke her cheek.

Urban only had time think 'This can't be...' when the hand tightly grabbed her hair instead and pulled back forcefully. She was forced to stare at the ceiling as Freddy took one last step, closing the space between them.

He was radiating warmth, no, heat, which made Urban's body switch to overdrive. She tried to seem calm on the outside, but didn't quite succeed.

"So it's happening again", Freddy said, sensing the same change in the atmosphere.

"What is?" Urban managed to ask from her uncomfortable position.

"Everytime I come close", he started and lifted his blades in front of her. "Or when I touch you", he placed his thumb and index finger on her collar bones. "Your heartbeat speeds up."

With a sudden move Freddy lifted his right hand to her throat and clasped it hard.

"But", he continued, "it is not out of fright."

He tilted Urban's head slightly to make eye-contact. "You don't fear me."

Urban didn't know what to think anymore. Had Freddy grown tired of her? She would die now, she wasn't ready yet!

"And since it's not fear", he whispered, " it's something else, something..." Freddy silenced, making Urban both nervous and curious.

"What do you mean?" she dared to ask.

"Why don't I just show you."

With that Freddy pressed his lips against hers.

Urban's head felt like it was gonna explode. 'This can't be, I don't believe... Oh God!' She felt his tongue searching for an entrance. Urban only needed to part her lips a bit and it had invaded her mouth.

She had utterly forgot to breathe. Urban had never even dreamed for this to happen, it was somehow too impossible an idea to actually be real.

And just as she was slightly adjusting to what was happening, the explosion in her head spread in a straight line downwards. Freddy had grabbed her ass.

She drew a hasty gasp (as well as she could) and let out a short moan right after. Her hands had been hanging on her sides, but now they rose to touch Freddy's arms on their own.

Freddy snickered in his mind and shoved Urban back on the bed.

She was breathing quickly with a confused look on her face, as well as a rabid blush.

"Point proven, I believe", Freddy said turning towards the door.

Urban was still unable to speak so she just sat up. She was staring wide-eyed at the man's back trying to find words but none came to her.

"I..." she tried. Freddy however finished her sentence.

"You're waking up now."

This made Urban jump up. "But..."

"Now!" Freddy growled and waved his hand to send her out from the dream realm.

He remained standing and looking at the door. The plan had backfired. He was supposed to tease her and confirm his doubts. To show which one was truly holding the cards.

The result: he now had the biggest hard-on he had ever had.

"Fuck", he grunted and an accidental thought slid through his head. 'You wish.'

Chapter 11 might be up sometime next week. I applaud you for reading this, and will return in the following week. Thanks! :)