-glares daggers at her, standing, ignoring the pre-determined laws of personal space, clenching his fists in lieu of wrapping them around her neck;
I will give you rugged. I will give you alcoholic. -snarls; But call me ‘false’ and I will rip out that pretty little tongue of yours and cook it into a stew meant for cattle and pigs.
*stands her ground against his advancement*
Darling, if you were a real holy man, you would know that it would take more than just a ripped out tongue to destroy someone like me. *her eyes turn bloody red and she licks her lips* Still care to threaten me in such a way?
-sneers, more fascinated by her bloody pupils than anything; I fear nothing. I am a god.
Hm. -eyes her, dropping the butt of his cig and stamping it out; And now the mystery is gone. When what was once an...
Let me put it in terms that your simple mind can handle then: I’m a sex demon. I feed off sexual energy. If I were a...
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est. 02.2012