Slow burning embers smolder inside and soon the fiery flames will burst into a darkish hell to release the wickedness that simmers for so long. The wickedness seeks release like a baby from a mother’s womb, pushing and kicking until there is no place to go except through the dark hole.
The escape brings the twisted pleasures of the flesh, the deepest desires of torment, pain and even suffering. For it is these the wickedness seeks and the raw perverse thoughts will ignite into a reality that few really know.
An explosion of undeniable ecstasy scorches and burns its long awaited journey to fulfill its desires. The wickedness knows it won’t be here long, it savors every moment until its return is commanded to once again hibernate until the hellish combustions explodes.
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