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Her core burns with a relentless quiver. She is overwhelmed at the hands of his dominance.  Anticipation grabs hold of the lust hiding in her soul.  Her flesh comes alive from his touch as she submits to this exquisite torture.  His eyes licking every inch of her body - pleasing his twisted fantasy.  Unrestrained - he is a slave to this illicit addiction - this unexpected desire.  He can't control this forbidden journey until she cries out his name.  She doesn't understand he plans this to be her last night - last night of a surreal passion, of a longing ecstasy, her final breath.
Her arms tied, unable to free herself, moaning his name as he ignites a ripple of pleasure through her whole body.  The room is lightly lit by the flickering glow of candles lined up against a mirror.  Her thirst grows as she watches their shadows dance on the wall.  She sees the glow of his tanned skin as he drinks between her legs, his blonde messy hair barely hanging over his deep eyes as he looks up staring into hers.  She spreads her legs further for him - increasing her own pleasure.  He stops before the inner volcano explodes.
Through his desensitized passages, lurking on the surface, his demons pace.  A mighty storm brewing, wanting to let go of the rage hidden behind the windows of liquid glass.  A war raging deep inside - asking to unleash its wrath.  Sublime fantasies flash through unwritten memories, pristine innocence camouflaging malice deceit.  Impressing his mind with a sense of power....his demoralized demon is set free.
He takes the knife and places it against her naked body.  Her pleasure spirals into fear.  Evil invading his eyes - his body.  He has waited a long time for this moment - to finally see what it feels like to have total control over someone who fears him.  He pierces her stomach with the blade.  The warm crimson fluid runs down her pastel body, staining the sheets.  Her cries for him to stop are muted by the adrenaline rushing through him.  He takes his knife and thrusts it into her again - over and over he assaults her with his steel dagger until her cries stop.
Luminous crimson covering the bed, the walls, the ceiling....him.  The smell of metallic taunts his nostrils and the rage he felt - slowly subsides.  
He looks at his masterpiece.  Her lifeless body lay exposed with the splatter of her life sprinkled around the room.  His fury, his excitement, evident around him.
Written by GravityTrip
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