A spectral infliction
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MatureOngoing19m
Last published Mon, Feb 27, 2023
#horror #Asylum #smut #WWII #Paris #HorrorRomance
Satisfaction of demise lingers on the tips of his fingers. Inflicting certain discomfort and agony. Gazing at one's gore in contentment. Bliss of ones suffering and seductive acts full of oblivion and abominable deflection. Yet he was the devil himself.
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