VOL II, CHAPTER II
Her lecherous gaze was fixed upon the handsome man who slept soundly. She observed him as she counted every single breath he took. Grinning at him, her innocent face was now coated with maliciousness. She licked her plump lips, which were painted in red, all primed to devour him---a mere human being, not so worthy. Yet the enticing aura of his attracted her, just like a moth getting lured by the flame. He, a mortal, had developed the ability to control an immortal creature like her-and she was a fragile but deadly, very deadly creature, yearning to prey on someone, and perhaps that someone was him. However, she felt weak under his tenacious grip. His electrifying touch had made her fall to her bruised knees. And she felt worn out, drowning gracefully in the lake of eternal melancholy. How could he control her so easily? Nothing is everlasting, he says, but only if he knew that his sweet nothings wouldn't be able to stop the raven-haired maiden from devouring him. "All mine," she whispers in her low, seductive voice before crawling on top of him.
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Cacoethes
Short StoryA tale that tells you about obsession, lust, and lies. The unhinged thoughts and profound feelings disguised as love spread like poison within two victims: a liar and a lover. Surrendering is the only option. Once you're trapped, there's no escape. ...
