Her serpentine eyes bite into my mind, poisoning me, and putting me into a state of suffering and fear, which excites me to the deepest core of my body. Her power and blade drive into my body. Her hand slowly explores her handiwork, caressing and massaging the muscles from the inside. The smell of blood emits from the wound, and travels down to my feet. Which in turn draws a smile onto my bruised lips. The mix of bliss, and blood loss slowly overtakes me, as I remember your loving words. Don't go too far and love me, we are only here to please body not soul. To bad I never listen.

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