Decadance... it painted the rooms bloody red walls. Their shadows strung about, swaying, being flung about like rag dolls. It was the Devil's playground that night, the strong musk of lust tainted them.
His warm chiseled hands raked up her body slowly, making her skin turn red and swell. Her impatient cries rang out, reverberating off the walls.
"Ashes, to ashes- dust to dust, your poor weak heart has been over come with lust." His warm voice rang out, sending sneaking chills through her weak body.
The overbearing feeling of lust quickly died as guilt sprung throughout her body. The new sensation sent her into a sweating mess. Her nerves twisted and curled beneath her skin like serpents, her grunts soon turned to cries of agony and regret. Her pleads barely listened to by the man atop her.
"Ashes to ashes- dust to dust, endure this punishment, just hush," his voice less sweet. It rung out eerily like that of the wind whistling in the distance of a cold night. Her impending doom crept like that of a cat upon a meek rodent. Still knowing somethings about to strike yet unaware.
His had snapped around her neck slowly taking away her air, his soft, eerie voice humming a lullaby as if to lighten the mood.
"London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. London bridge is falling down," his strength going from zero to ten his fist strained. Her pale skin turning beat red as her neck cricked, then snapped.
Sending the demonic yet angelically fair young man away, his fit of rage filled lust dies away and grows back as a hole of filth.
"You thought you could survive, how foolish of you to assume." The feeling digging deeper into annoyance and bitterness, making his features uncontrollably stiffen. He took back from her before he continued, staring at her hideous corpse that still layer upon the sheets of woven silk and fur.
"How foolish could you be!"
"Pure mortal ignorance, I say!"
His hands lashed out once more in rage, tearing away at the soft fitted fabrics. Tearing them to infinitesimal shreds, his voice growing into a growl of perpetual anger.
"How dare you think... you could possibly beat my game!"
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Black Wine
HororGod has the world, however the Devil corrupts and makes it his playground. Lena, a famous reporter with a horrendous past for causing trouble gets sent an invitation, for dinner. An invitation to an elite estate that has been abandoned, or so thou...
