The Little Death

Cut, slice, cut cut slice! The knife moveing swiftly, flesh splitting and splattering crimson against the wall. Fucking and delving deep into the mind of unknown lustfilled nightmared dreams. The song of the blade screams through the air and biteing into her white pail skin. Ohh the orgasimic sounds that her mouth spits into his face. Words of pain and pleasure mix as her cunt flexing its velvit walls around cock. Fuck deep, fuck hard, Scream into the face of wrong and right. Make the hevens above weep and rain its saroow apon us. Never again will the demons have the power they once did over her mind, body and soul. Writheing bloody bodys slam and fuck, and buck. Need and lust consume the damned who laugh at what is happen to them. Lost in the waters gush from her dripping sex. Her womb fills with the seed of the one who shall never be her demon. Life shatters, Walls crumble and crash to the naked earth. Flesh ripples and bleeds mixing with cum and thick seed only pushing the souls closer to edge of time. Screams and growls of the beasts within come rageing out. Clawing and ripping at everying they are. Tears of fear well in the eyes of each. Where have they just gone, where is it that they go now. They know not. Knowing only one thing. Darkness now, Sleep, whispers of the names of each other on there sweet sweated lips as if chanting to gods. We three are one, and one is three. The shadow stands in the corner with sharp fanged smile as lust drips down her legs as seeing the lovelys sleep the sleep of The Little Death.