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|MONSTER AT HEART|

|MONSTER AT HEART|

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, May 21, 2017
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{WORK IN PROGRESS} His deathly pale hand placed itself upon his partners equally fair chin, slowly lifting it upwards and temptingly closer to his own face, a deviously horrid smirk plastered itself on his features as his hot, steamy breath brushed up against his pale, chapped lips. "You're just a worthless piece of trash, only here to satisfy my needs and do as I say. Got it?" He growled rather lowly, his voice gruff and extremely gravelly, as if he hadn't used his vocal cords in many centuries. Salty tears threatened to fall from the other males glistening eyes, slowly nodding his daintily fragile head and reluctantly agreeing with his cruel, sadistic statement. He snatched his pale hand away from the others chin, causing his tear stained face to slightly sway to the side. He shivered as he eerily loomed over him. His bony spine roughly pressed up against the wall, so there was no possible way of him escaping the impending deathly presence that was now towering over him. His other hand was roughly pressed up against the wall, beside his shaking and trembling head. He was too afraid to move, too afraid to speak. "Now," He began, that same smirk still planted on his face. "Tell me you love me."
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When love hurts you when there is betrayal and revenge, The heart, once tender, now bleeds with bitter ache, Yet through the storm of sorrow, strength you shall find, And from the ashes of pain, your spirit will rise anew. --------------- He held my hand gently, his touch was so gentle and firm. His other hand snaked around my waist, in a slow, torturous, yet blissful movement, and he swirled me in a graceful dance motion. The room spun around me, but then he let go, and I stumbled, my balance lost. In an instant, he yanked me back towards him, and I bumped hard into his chest, the impact taking my breath away. As I looked down, trying to steady myself, he lifted my chin with his two fingers, making me look into his eyes. The back of his fingers trailed from my neck to my cheek, turning my legs to nothing but a jelly. His gaze was so intense, and instantly the gentle emotions were gone, replaced by his standard emotion, rage. His eyes blazed with an almost frightening intensity. He swirled me harshly again, the movement abrupt and forceful. Then, he bent me backward on his arm, my body arching under his control. He drew his face closer until I could feel his warm breath against my skin. We were so close that I could see the fine lines around his eyes, the slight stubble on his jaw. A soft pink color of his lips were adding a touch of warmth to his face. His eyes bore into mine with deep intensity. Just when I thought he might kiss me, his expressions became colder and he made me stand upright, leaving me disoriented and confused. I was looking at him and he was looking straight ahead.

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