Coy dances with the devil

Coy dances with the devil

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Coy Flynn was a young child. She was the spawn of a beautiful woman who was raped by a synical man. Coy is different from the other children. Doesn't speak but made unintelligent sounds. She wasn't very intelligent; she was slow to learn but seemed to understand everything, but didn't find interest in anything. She had an oddly shaped birthmark that seemed to be an upside Peace sign on her back. But what scared everyone the most was how she acted around the church and crosses. Coy would begin to hiss and scratch whom ever would be near her,and foamed from her small 5 year old mouth. Coy was very pretty for her age. Ebony black hair that curled ever so beautifully, freckles that looked painted, vibrant aquamarine eyes, and ruby red lips that were good enough to kiss. But under all the beauty, evil brewed as she grew angry and frustrated.
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As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.

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