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Ticket
Inspector
He weaved himself through the crowd. His target was a young
male boy who had a suspicious presence. He approached him in one
swift motion.
‘Do you have your ticket with you today?’ He demanded. The
young boy itched and scratched. His forehead creased in frustration
as sweat slowly trickled down the side of his face. The ticket inspector
smirked whilst he waited for the boy to confess his evasion.
Her six thin, knobbly legs landed on the arm of a thin man whose smell was
quite appealing. This man was the one from whom she would feed. The man
slapped his arm as soon as he saw her; she flew away as quickly as possible. She
decided to hover at his ankles to keep herself alive in the midst of her feed. This
man would have an unfortunate reminder; however she was delighted and content
with her choice of person. At his ankles, she injected her numbing saliva.
With a smile as bright as the sun on his face, he scribbled down
the details of the young man.
‘A $167 fine is going your way, young man.’ He chuckled, whilst
the boy peered down at his feet in embarrassment. He knew tonight
his pay cheque would arrive with a bonus. Inside, he felt full and
warm with joy, and soon with cash as well.
At his ankles, the mosquito pierced his skin. She started to suck blood out and
she instantly felt full and warm. It had been a week since her last meal. The man
kicked his ankles together and she was propelled off. The blood she has sucked was
by far enough. With her heavy body, she flew to the ceiling for a safer environment.
She rested and slept off her appetizing and long overdue feast.
He gripped his $50 bonus with pride and pleasure. He paced out
of his office and suddenly stopped in his path, bent down and
stretched out his fingers to scratch his itchy ankle.
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