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A young man sits in deep contemplation, plotting to escape her clutches. She beckoned, and he couldn't refrain. Now he's entrapped, serving his dark lorde. Not as glamorious and not as it has promised. What used to be his refuge is now the leach, draining him dry. He came as the archer, now he's leaving an empty shell, void of any emotion and sentaion. starting as pain, turning into pleasure, leaving him.... Beaten Broken Shattered Numb The breast that once nourished, is now the *** tantalizing cracked lips, and burning ones throat. Over and over until one has drinken into obvlivion. Though he is forever in her debt, his heart and soul still show promise. What has been devoured has not yet been killed. Hand in hand, she turns to see his eyes veer. The darkness may have striked, but of the countless it has consumed, the odds of him prevailing fair pretty well.
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Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
Ascending from the dark
A young man sits in deep contemplation, plotting to escape her clutches. She beckoned, and he couldn't refrain. Now he's entrapped, serving his dark lorde. Not as glamorious and not as it has promised. What used to be his refuge is now the leach, draining him dry. He came as the archer, now he's leaving an empty shell, void of any emotion and sentaion. starting as pain, turning into pleasure, leaving him.... Beaten Broken Shattered Numb The breast that once nourished, is now the *** tantalizing cracked lips, and burning ones throat. Over and over until one has drinken into obvlivion. Though he is forever in her debt, his heart and soul still show promise. What has been devoured has not yet been killed. Hand in hand, she turns to see his eyes veer. The darkness may have striked, but of the countless it has consumed, the odds of him prevailing fair pretty well.
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Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
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