Hell On Tour- H.S

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HELL| on tour| H.S.
    
    Hell: /hel/
    
    a place regarded in various religions as a spiritual realm of evil and suffering, often traditionally depicted as a place of perpetual fire beneath the earth where the wicked are punished after death
    
    ***
    
    He made her life feel like hell. He was the devil incarnate.
    
    She made his life feel like Heaven. She was his only angel.
    
    Their love was forbidden, sinful almost, because you can't put the bad with the good and expect chaos to not erupt and for everyone to get out of this unscathed...or alive.
    
    ***
    
    "Why do you have a matchbox in your hands?" I made sure to keep my distance from the man in leather. Leather was always a bad sign, "Most people use lighters for their ciga-"
    
    "Why do you have a laptop with you at a concert?" He cuts me off, rude. I roll my eyes at him and ignore his query, making it a point to not divulge too much personal information to this strange man. 
    
    "I asked you first." 
    
    "Because," he pauses to strike the match, "It reminds me of home."
    
    ***
    
    TW: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT SUCH AS DESCRIPTIVE TORTURE, SEXUAL SCENES, MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM AND SUICIDE, DEATH, AND VIOLENCE!!!All Rights Reserved

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HELL| on tour| H.S.
    
    Hell: /hel/
    
    a place regarded in various religions as a spiritual realm of evil and suffering, often traditionally depicted as a place of perpetual fire beneath the earth where the wicked are punished after death
    
    ***
    
    He made her life feel like hell. He was the devil incarnate.
    
    She made his life feel like Heaven. She was his only angel.
    
    Their love was forbidden, sinful almost, because you can't put the bad with the good and expect chaos to not erupt and for everyone to get out of this unscathed...or alive.
    
    ***
    
    "Why do you have a matchbox in your hands?" I made sure to keep my distance from the man in leather. Leather was always a bad sign, "Most people use lighters for their ciga-"
    
    "Why do you have a laptop with you at a concert?" He cuts me off, rude. I roll my eyes at him and ignore his query, making it a point to not divulge too much personal information to this strange man. 
    
    "I asked you first." 
    
    "Because," he pauses to strike the match, "It reminds me of home."
    
    ***
    
    TW: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT SUCH AS DESCRIPTIVE TORTURE, SEXUAL SCENES, MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM AND SUICIDE, DEATH, AND VIOLENCE!!!

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