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'PART ONE: prosper the HUNT'


THE CONDOLENCE OF AN EVERLASTING NIGHT forged shelter for an archaic Armani, who's little black dress wrapped her thin frame in a way men watered in horny need.

And that was, in every respect, her intention tonight.

To make a man water...


In the hallows of his own regret.

She was the devil, delivered as an angel, here to send men back to hell.







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Location: Club Nova

IT CAME TO NO SURPRISE WHEN ARMANI made her arrival, red bottomed heels, and lips painted darker then the vermilion, plush carpets.

She made her way to the bar, and loose ties followed.

To be more specific, Rolan Sweitzar, the typical epitome of a business man looking for pleasure, and Armani was here to deliver.

'You look like an angel ready to meet the devil'

She met his bottomless eyes and watched as another man fell to something they all possessed and obsessed over.

The need for youth and time.

She flashed him a stunning smile, and raised an interested brow, although she felt none the more disgusted by him.

'Well, should I be afraid?'

'Should I?'

'Yes.'

He had all of three seconds to have been daunted before the knife was driven into his chest.

And there Armani stood in the hellfire.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 05, 2018 ⏰

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