"The Devil loves pain, doesn't he? Likes to see you wither and burn? Likes to see you suffer and tortured in the flames..." he laughed darkly, "now, doesn't that just fit like a glove?" He came closer, lifting my chin with his knife.
"But you... so delicate.. sweet, soft..." he raised his head and looked at my lips through his eyelashes, "innocent... You look like the angel to my Devil, don't you think?"
I stared at his hand, and the handle of his knife, swallowing both at the close proximity it was held to my neck, and him.
"Please," I whimpered. "Don't hurt me."
A smile stretched across his face, "Oh, you know I would love to, sweetheart," he moved closer, his mouth near my ear. "But I think this would be more fun," he removed the knife, tracing my skin gently with it instead.
His mouth neared my own before swallowing me in a hungry - animalistic - kiss.
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Ares, a shadow, follows her every move. They once shared a secret, one Clementine can not recall. Now, he trails her steps, torn between duty and desire.All Rights Reserved