Devil man, yes I can
Cut a little piece of you, yeah
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Blood splattered across the walls of his basement as a sick smile made its way on his face. "I told you not to scream, but you just couldn't listen." He said, dragging the tip of the knife down the valley of her breasts that were uncovered. "Nobody ever fucking listens." He said in anger, burying the knife to the handle in the middle of her chest. The young girl continued to sputter, blood now bubbling out of her mouth.
"You sick bastard!" Someone screamed from across the room.
He turned, eyes hardening on the beautiful girl. She sat in a chair, ankles tied to the legs and her wrists were shackled to the wall. He walked over, bringing a heavily tattooed hand up to caress her face. "Be quiet now darling. Do you want me to hurt you like last time?" He asked, moving so his lips pressed to her ear. She shuttered, closing her eyes in fear. "N-no." He chuckled darkly, biting her earlobe lightly before turning away. With his back to her he stopped, turning his head to the side. "My dear, you have yet to see what I can do."
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Twisted Beauty
Fanfiction“Once you look past the twisted image painted with blood and fear, you'll find a beautiful piece of art.”
