Demon Lover: Part Five

In the quiet of the dark room, I curled around my girl’s heart and smiled.

Demon Lover: Part Four

Elise existed in the most delectable state of shame, and had only grown more succulent by the day. She would taste so pretty, writhing in pain within my grasp. And now she was out of my reach, at a hospital somewhere, from what I could gather from the man’s murky thoughts as he shuffled through her closet.


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