IV | Her lady

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Aching collarbones grasped in the corrupt desolations of her bloody nails

her craving to inch every part of your lamenting skin

What a monster she has lived

Sweltering dispositions and crooked smiles, she is coming closer

RUN!

"Come leash in my pleasure," her eyes are lifeless, cruel like a giant

She is nothing more than a hungry mutt

Betraying the skin that stroked her

SLASH!

You will whine as her nails grow deeper

You will whine till your heart bleeds in agony

You will whine till she devours you on a silver platter

You will whine, whine, whine

For eternity/ for what a monster she has lived-

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