She was as black as the night. Not because she was from the Motherland. But because i burned her flesh until it bubbled and blackened like hot tar. I didnt burn her because i hate her. I burned her because she wouldnt have it any other way. If she was to be my soulmate, i had to make her suffer the same pain i did. She dint flinch or scream as i poured the gasoline over her body like scented massage oil. We looked into each others eyes as i bathed her body with what would unit us for eternity. She issed my hand before i lite the match, and then layed still. The flames rushed to the sky. Screams of joy could be heard for miles. The hellish smell of her flesh filled the air. The flames would burn until the Dark Angels blew then out. Then and only then would i have my eternal flame of happiness. We will walk the earth tearing away our prey skin. Wearing thier skins like a expensive Italian Suit, or a Vera Wang dress. Bathing in thier blood to soothe our charred bodies. Giving thanks to the Dark Angels for our everlasting after life.

Are you sure you are home alone?

Is there someone waiting for you to turn out the light?

Was that just a noise outside?

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boo!!!

dark, but i like that! does it continue?

thank you