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!
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 2:10 AM UTC
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