![]() ![]() His fangs, they tear at me his claws, they rend me from creamy flesh to a shuddering mass of broken bone and torn exposed sinew. He has taken what he will and that much more caring nothing of the husk he leaves behind until the next moment in which he wishes to taste his satisfaction. In my own hazed world, I see only through the blood he has spread upon me, marking me as his own – this beast that will not be tamed, this beast that does not rest this beast that shall never release me from my eternal damnation of bondage. To lie awake among the foul stench of his putrid liquid offerings leaves me but half the creature I may have been before his hand touched upon mine. ![]()
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