onikamilfs

lmfao I have no inspiration to write-

feariteriu

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You thought you were fighting a mere mortal?! You thought you could probe the darkness that is my mind???! FOOL! I shall drown you in the maelstorm of my nightmares! My tentacles will twist and contort your throat as I throttle you with visions of hemaphroditic succubi and violent Oedipal rape fantasies!!! I will take your cities. I will subjugate your children. I will rape and devour your armies. But you, only you, will remain alive. So you may bear testament to my will and ultimate REVENGEANCE!!! 

feariteriu

Spit on your hand and stroke my cock at a medium pace Play with my balls and tell me how big they are Honey rub your beaver up and down my face Sit on the corner of the bed and watch me whack off You see that shampoo bottle Now stick it up my ass Push it in and out at a medium pace Talk about your old boyfriend’s dick and how big it was Now shave off my pubs and punch me in the face 

feariteriu

I’m sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth. If you still even remember that name. But I’m afraid vou’ve been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift. Nor, have you been called here by the individual vou assume. Although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here. Into a labvrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit. A maze with no prize. You don’t even realize that you are trapped. Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles. Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near. Yet somehow out of reach. But, you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that’s not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this, can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors. Be still. And give up our spirits. They don’t belong to you. As for most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps, warm, waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don’t keep the Devil waiting, friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It’s in your nature to protect the innocent. I’m sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up in their arms, the way you lifted others into yours And then, what became of you, I should have known, you wouldn’t be content to disappear. Not my daughter. I couldn’t save you then. So, let me save you now. It’s time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends. For all of us. 

onikamilfs

WHEN WAS THIS WHAT
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