𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥. "𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫...
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐀 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭...
The fires dance across my body in a sinful display of lust and need. The flames lick upon my skin, searing unholy marks of desire onto my body for all to see. "Whom do you belong to, little witch?" My breath hitches in my throat as I answer. "You.." Sometimes the hardest battles we face are those fought within ourselv...