“You’re the first target of young Altaïr. His face is in front of you and his body at the top. While his other hand is exploring your body, he’s making your neck and chest bleed with his hidden blade. He’s staining an eagle’s wing with your blood. Without talking, his scarred lips are beginning to lick and drink in your bloody scar. After a “entertaining” night, you come upon him again later and he’s a master now. Before taking you one more time, he says ‘I love taste of blood since I tasted yours’.”
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