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Aug 2019
The nymphet's limbs were held by him.
Slowly tearing her tendons and cartilage!
Her body fluids were pouring out of every joint.
"It is I, your demon, that feeds from your fear!
O my dear nymphet, you are a delicacy!
A delicacy beyond my palate!"
The nymphet's severed body was cold on the floor.

Fear in one's heart is a curse
but fearing it a lifetime is worse!
Pier Cafe at Schicks st.
Chapter 4: The Gluttonous Feast

A Poem Series
Written by
Niccolo de Chavez Luis  20/M/Quezon City, Philippines
(20/M/Quezon City, Philippines)   
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   Rogues Gallery
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