I am the beautifully scarred monster that you created with each word and every blow until you felt cold and decided to love me for your entertainment.
You would place me in front of the mirror and we would look at your creation; I soon began to see the hell fire burning in my own eyes.
This was an empowering and orgasmic moment and the fire burning inside of me was growing.
When the day arrived of my revelation; I walked away calmly because I knew that you couldn't stop me.
Now I wreak havoc on those who entertain me and how I delight in such insufferable pleasures!
I am this beautiful monster!
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Comments2
Incredibly realistic, with unexpected twists and turns, and a hard hitting last line! Well done!
Thank you
dark but well expressed !
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