Tempted
Vikram
The screaming of someone really pleasures me to my core as it’s doing now. Despite that his one will damage my eardrums but I am not done with my art, I am gonna need more blood to make the terrified face of his on my painting. My eyes trailed away from my paint board to him, sitting on his knees with nothing other than pants. I stuffed his mouth with a leather belt, full of spikes, I used the same to tied his wrists and ankles to keep him attached to the floor. If he dared to scream or move, the more it will slice his cheeks, hands, and legs he has more cuts on his body than the hair, in spite of this, he has the guts to beg for mercy.
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