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The demoness and the reaper

"Damn...."

Hissed the small teenager, forcing himself forward, one foot after the other.

"How did I even get into this shit...."

He asked himself, sucking in air through his teeth as he made his escape at long last.

He remembered it clear as day. Remembered the day SHE got her hands on him. Every day following was hell. It was a non-stop cycle of blood, lust, and pain, and he had no choice but to grit his teeth and take it. He couldn't stop her. Couldn't say no to the massive behemoth of a woman, and that was for one reason that scared the ever-living hell out of him:He didn't want to. Somewhere in this fucked up cycle, he....liked being used. Couldn't refuse it. She was in his head.

"Not again....."

In his heart.

"Not again....."

In his soul.

"Not the hell again..."

He still couldn't go back. And he would be goddamned if he did. He was getting the hell out of there once and for all, leaving it all behind, and he was close.

"Γεια σου! (Hey!)"

So damn close.

"No....nononononono...."

That voice. That sickening sweet tone of biting poison.

"Πού πηγαίνεις? (Where are you going?)"

The voice of honey dipped in death.

Those hands of silk and stone, now carresing his cheeks. 

That damn smile.

"You weren't thinking of leaving me behind...."

Those eyes of burning wrath.

"Were you?"