The Earl
It is said by people that love nests even in the souls that run straight to hell. Some will agree.
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My name is Peter and I’m lying in my bed. The clock on my nightstand seems to be stuck at two o’clock. I cannot pacify. Images and feelings are invading my mind. I can feel. I can feel and it confuses and frightens me. I have eliminated feelings from my existence many years ago. Basically what started as a simple interest for magic resulted in something completely different? The amputation of all mortal parts from my cast of mind had been crowned with success. I became a replica of my spiritual guide, the magnificent demon Ourkel.
He gave me the strength to become completely cold and wonderfully hard. Pain and sorrow mean nothing to me. Forgiveness and repentance are prohibited. Why the hell am I feeling then? I’m lying on my bed and her face overwhelms my mind. She is smiling at me; she is approaching me with those wonderful blue eyes looking straight in what used to be my soul. She kisses me and I can feel her hard nipples against my chest. That thought is hampering my mind in to annihilation. I want her; I want her not as my usual self would. I want her forever near me, always with me… always with me...
[...] I am desperately jumping out the door and sucking the cool wind with bulimia. I am filling my lungs with air until i feel the pain in the bones of my chest. I begin to relax and feel my mind clearer. I am placing my hands on my face and feel the dawn of a smile. I’m ready to hunt. I want to hunt, I need it...
To be continued...
James Antoniou
Prepare for the upcoming e-Book: Adult FairyTales Book 2
