Razers of Vengance

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Razers of Vengance
6/26/2010 10:57 PM

Run little priest run!
You can see the expressionless face now, in front while I chase you.
You know what's coming to you.

Don't you?

Yes I love thy pain, I love your screams, yes fall to me!
Fall before me your new god, your new so called lord!
For I am the prince of Darkness!

The room is lit by the chamber fireplace.
Your wife in front of it.
She screams "O, Jesus help me!"
I laugh at her and smile.

Don't be afraid of me, you know you want me.
"you know you fucking want me!"
I rrip off your dress.

I put my hands threw your sweet soft brown hair.
As you look confused and scared.
As I place you there, holding you in place and licking my lips.
I now have killed your Christian husband.

Now I will take you Satanicly.
With indulgence.
I'll show you the pleasure of a real man.
A Demon man.

Don't struggle.
It will only make it worse
Your screams turn me on so fucking much.

Let me show you what you've been missing.
O, how I hate how you Christians fuck and make love so boringly.
Yes, yes, yes you little bitch that's it give it to me!
"Fucking give it to me!"

I'll take real good care of you.
After I'm done.
And show you that I can love you.
As long as you respect me.

Now come to understand.
I'm not a monster.
At least in what you think a monster to be.
But, yes I am a monster.
And I love it!

As my flesh enters your sweet, hot and tight crevis I hear you scream.
And yet your hips say otherwise.
Your hips press down onto me.
As I hold you down.
Your little hips.

How lovely you are.
Yes, yes, yes that's it move that body.
That white milky body.
That curvey flesh while it bounces down and against me.

You know you like it.
Why do you stupid Christian women deny what you like?
"Christian girl tell me your name?"
"Laura."
"Well Laura, you'll be with me from now one."
"no, stop please, what are you doing. No don't cum in me, ahhhhhh, ohhhhh."
"That's it, my new slave."

I hold you now.
You're sound asleep.
This is just the beginning.
I can't wait to show you my other whore!


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bulltlrbulltlralmost 13 years ago

you should turn these into short stories....

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