Screaming, bleeding at my feet, begging to be released, to be saved, but I’m not your savior. I’m not God. I’m not even the Devil, but I will lead you down the path of destruction.
The whip lashing over unprotected skin sends white, searing pain through you. This is what Paradise feels like.
Blood seeping out from between your lips. A sharp, metallic flavor. This is what Paradise tastes like.
Jesus died for our sins, and you will be dying for mine.
Your name was Beauty and you were born to Madness and Chaos.
Abuse twisted your beautiful mind and you were no longer a pretty thing. An eyesore to the common eye.
You found friends in Darkness and Sadism, in Pain and Insanity.
Tied up, spread out, chained down. Pale flesh turned a lovely shade of red after the beatings you so desperately begged for.
The whip loved your white skin, the chains loved your scarred limbs, the twisted minds loved your pain and suffering, but also your mad pleasure.
You were a toy for the insane, a plaything for the dark, the Devil’s whore, but you were just as twisted as the rest of us. Enjoying every moment of your torture, until you couldn’t breathe anymore.
Dying with a broken smile in your broken face because never before were you as loved as this.
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