Dancing With Dead Serial

own, shrouding every inch of my skin in a way that made me feel like it was crushing my limbs and

ntense hot pain stabbed at my eyes until I wa

in what little breath I had. When I somehow managed to raise a trembling hand to my face, the fact that I was still in possess

on them, spewing out a vile torrent of acrid vomit that pooled onto the ground beneath me. Just when I thought there would be no more,

this torturous. Maybe I was nothing but a charred, blackened thing; writhing in the dirt and

und me and the darkness continued to consume me. There we

. That beautiful smile, I now knew to be false. Fingertip touches so light, so sensual; that he made me ache for more, luring me in until I destroyed everything that I had once considered unbreakable. His face chan

ace was real. The

ssing noise and there was a shift in the air that sent my

had r

ked legs and then a body above mine - upon mine - turning me skilfully onto my b

red my mouth, I could