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~Heroine~

You Isabella... you are my disease, what festers deep inside my thoughts. if I were to release you from your chains, my mind would run rampant. you are mine for eternity, I can not allow you the pleasure of another soul. you will continue to eat with the rats and dine on the cats... Your torture is my haven, my ejaculate sickens you, your cum my elixir. when I put the bar between your legs, and crank so slowly your wetness my joy, your slice of life my pie... Your pussy is my God... To be worshiped by day and eaten at night, devoured like the scores before you. there is no hell. hell is your common grave, you've yet to visit. take my cock between your swollen pink lips, take it all leave not a trace. I shall instill within you a Demon child with a nameless face, and I will fuck your mind, to another place... Demon qualities live in us all, but only a few return Satan's call. you're beautiful long brunette hair and gullible goodness is why you are here. I'm sick, tormented. evil and twisted...a heartless monster. I am the raw truth of your nightmares... I will love you forever in my own way, you are not a prisoner but in your mind. it is a vixen such as yourself that may someday free me of my Demonic being. but in the mean time, I shall kiss you between your thighs making you cum and drink from your hive... You wicked wench, you stink of filth, your matted mane I can not bare my love for you, you dare not share, your dark brown eyes will be my demise, above your hatred you shall rise. take me now deep inside, for my cum will turn the tide... You are not a slave of love, but the guest of a mastermind shunned from above. you are not my toy, but a precious womb, a cradle of sorts for my young. you'll be the heroine that goes unsung...
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Written by
michael-gagain
American
Published
Feb 18, 2015
Lines·Words
37·341
Tags
#love#sad#life#hate#pain#hope#creative#horror#epic
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