Pleasure in good times now seemed the scourges of hells fury as acupuncture needles pierced through her light silk skin. How heartless could a man born of a woman be? In beast-fashion he tore at her decent clothes and hungrily devoured what he couldn't get by day. No help,no light at the tunnels end,no guardian angel... Just her and the devils horn.
'I pray to see the lord and his serving angels'.
The wide grin of victory that lined his jaw pierced a spear through her fragile heart. With wobbly legs she picks the splashes of blood now crisp and dry. Fresh energy,fresh resolution...her stern eyes outshines the dimness of hundred enclosures. Yes! An enclosed heart in a cave of rushing sorrow. Masculine evil locked its chains around her once fragile heart.
The bleed that sealed the broken deal washed the feel of human zeal.
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