Owner of my hell

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h my own eyes his immorality becoming a guilt although I doubt that the devil can feel anything in front of his own sin. I prayed, to all the gods, begg

e way to the light, even though I am going towards hell in search of the generator of my torments. The wood

screaming, fighting, vying for a place without knowing how to speak or how to act, letting only the immoral take over and guide my steps. My bare feet touch the carpet, I cross the eaves of th

e coat of arms carved on the panel just above his head. His divine body naked, exposed, covered only by his sweatpants, leaving the tattoos traced in each of the curves of his chest, the pierci

n the castle of what I imagined to be the world or the hope for better days. Next to him, I am just anothe

nd I'm on his hip on the bed immobilizing part of his body with the tip of the knife against the right side of his chest, for even in this the devil

t is not a request but an order and th

agony. I feel the beats against my ears completely lost to the blood pouring from the tattooed skin, leaving a mark of me in the only way he can remember me, in a scar filled with hatred and jealousy. The

r question is a test of my sanity, but a

No

on my chest. - I thought you

ll probably cause my death. - While

of my energies, the one who broke my innocence. In one swift movement the strands of my hair are wrapped in his fingers,

pleasure, the blood becoming dry between us making it seem as if nothing so serious had happen

d my neck. Disbelieving I tried again, his gaze at no time shifted from mine, cold, hot, punishing

an, this is your punishment. - The

many times I've ended up here in the last few m

I shout, completely irritated that we

ucking prey that feels sick with desire for him. Needing his touches again, wantin

e has to sound for my ea

ighed- Don't leav

wn the stairs probably seeking to take out his fury on an innocent who had paid for my sins, so I accepted his punishment without reluctance. The dried blood on my hands staining my skin is not only his, since I realized

loodstained chest with a distorted shape is the clearest evidence that yes... I am as sick as he