I can see your head, hanging; tied with chains and leather on your hands and feet. I just remember how I got you there. It felt so good while I tortured you. You were so beautiful. Your gorgeous light brown hair, Your hands, so delicate, innocent. Those deep eyes I stared at every time I… Continue reading Forever Perfect
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Burnt Pt IV
That son of a bitch hung on the whole time we were trying to get away. He was the type who did not know what giving up meant. The only way this guy would stop is if he died. He was going to be the next obstacle to face.
Look into my Eyes
When you look into my eyes, what do you see, a sad and lonely world of sorrow and misery. When you look into my eyes, what do you see, a small flicker of light, but don’t get to close, for I may just bite.