THE DEVIL'S MISTRESS
Eyes closed, head tossed back, like she’d died and come back possessed.
She was young but wild, barely a woman. My kind of fucked up.
She wasn’t like the others who threw themselves at me. She didn’t even know I was watching. And yet, every move screamed for someone - anyone -to finally see her. I saw her. Not the body, Not the beauty, But the crack in her soul. She seemed like the kind of girl who'd scream into pillows at night, not for pleasure, but to forget.
Anyway, She looked… appetizing, . a puzzle with one jagged piece missing — and maybe, just maybe, I could be that final piece.Or better - maybe I could break her completely, then show her what it feels like to shatter the right way.
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