Killing the thoughts with poison, poison that subsides the voices in my head making them non-existent. This type of poison burns, he torments, he brings darkness, the kind that extinguished any speck of light. Oh how he melts into my skin like butter, choking me senseless, caressing the demon embedded within me satisfying her hunger.
Intoxicated by is vicious malicious torments , laying out his violent acts all along her body. If pain and pleasure are two different words I guess it's safe to say she would not be able to tell the difference..
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