last night was wack; i barely remember it, yet each touch is burned into my mind, a constant reminder of the pleasures his free real estate brought me. we lay side by side in his big firey bed, content, until sock came bursting through the door, out of breath. satan and i bolted upright, limbs tangled together like shoelaces.
"saTAN, JUUL HAS ESCAPED AND AMONBA IS NO WHERE TO BE SEEN" sock made sans noises as it ran around in circles ringing the escape bell. i've only been in satan's palace for a day and i already know sock is sans. i can tell it tries to hide it, but nothing can fool me. i'm onto you, sock. or shOULD I SAY SANS
"cheers love, the calvary's here" satan bellows giving me a quick kiss on the check n running out the door. hes still naked from our spicy night in the dungeon but i dont think he notices. whatever lol
"im on to you, sock" i mutter, staring into its soul. i see fear. death. angst worth a lifetime.
"amonba loves juul" sans- sock, screeches. could it be? my own friend, kidnapped by one of satan's worshippers? could i be,,,
true love?
YOU ARE READING
our reckoning day has come
Romancei've looked death in the eyes n he did finger guns at me pretty hot ngl written with help from julia bc she inspires me to die
