Cursed

Your pink lips whisper words that hypnotise your victim, making them lose their power of control. Every touch, with those smooth soft hands of yours, feels like heaven, until your caressing fingers let go. How could one have a soul so beautiful, yet a heart so ugly?

How could you be so selfish? So careless? Your small dark eye beholds evil as you crush and burn whoever your gaze passes. The ice cold blood which lies under your warm soft skin defines your horrid nature. Your abominable heart of darkness beats for what?

A beautiful curse, that’s what you are.

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