The Devil And The Seductress
"Now tell me why I shouldn't keep fucking you when you always take me like a good girl". He taunts, continuously slamming himself into me. His touch sends me over the edge as I feel every inch of my body being explored...
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"The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls" - Edgar Allan Poe
Killing is a skill and not everyone could do it. At times, it is the most heartless monsters that could kill without any remorse. They take a life without blinking an eye, wreaking havoc on everything in their wake. These kind of monsters are the worst of all because they don't feel any emotions yet they blend well mixing with other humans while hiding themselves with a thick veil.
They act, speak and look the same way as humans but the more lives they take, the more their last shred of humanity slips away from their fingers. Hence, leaving them as nothing but an empty shell that mimics the actions of others.
I have become one of those monsters. No, I was trained to become one of those monsters, to be a weapon for destruction.
People like me, they call us the reapers.
Angeli mortis (Angels of death). We are the worst kind of monsters, the kinds that have nothing to protect and nothing to lose.
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Men dressed in tuxedos and women adorned in beautiful gowns, the sounds of orchestra and low chatter filled the air. Glittering crystal chandeliers are arranged in rows, casting a soft light over the room. Expensive painted artworks decorate the tall walls of the building.
Heads turned towards my direction as I walked in. My heels clicked with each movement and my eyes skimmed through the crowd searching for my target and in no time I set my eyes on him. The host of this elegant party.
With a smile I took a glass of champagne and locked eyes with the waiter before leaning against the wall while ignoring the lustful glances cast towards me. The dress I wore was a revealing one and it brought out the necessary curves. It was an off shoulder dress that exposed half of my breast with a high slit at my left leg that also showed off my thigh with each movement.
Many stares lingered on me but I was only concerned with the pair of brown eyes that had stayed on my figure from the moment I walked in. I turned and smiled towards his direction, giving a better view of my legs and almost instantly his eyes roamed to my thigh before looking into my eyes with a smile as he made his ways to me.
So easy.
"Hey there beautiful" He grinned, not trying to hide the look of lust. His hand moved to mine and he leaned down to place a kiss on the back of my hand all this while without breaking eye contact.
"Hi," I replied shyly, making his grin grow wider. His attention stayed on my cleavage and I knew at that moment I had him exactly where I wanted.
"What is your name?" he asked a moment later and I replied with a smile. "Charlotte"
