From her right hand drops the pair of vocal cords straight into a biological canister, her hand still warm from the blood, Lust grabs her yogurt from the contrastingly cold refrigerator.
Staring at the white wall in front of her, Lust sees herself much like the wall, perhaps their lives are even similar.
The wall listens, but [...]
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spastic & sterilized.
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damnation & design.
Glancing down at her right arm, she notices a scar that wasn’t there before.
In an ironic chuckle, she is reminded subtly of what line of work she is in.
She puts out her cigarette in the pot of flowers on the windowsill, no flower ever died of a tobacco overdose now did it.
The silver lines on her knives screamed [...] -
still liquids & abyss.
“This building seems very old and not taken care of, lots of fun can take place
in such wrecks.”, thought Lust.Apartment #4 had a window out-looking the street, such factors needed to be taken into consideration.
As she used the tension wrench from her case, the slight cracking sound of the door reminded her of her old dusty apartment back [...] -
acquaintance of an asshole.
She stood on his every word.
His lips made her a slave to his desire.
So devious, so confident, and so daring.
The position was hers. Never did she fall into the category of desiring until she met him.
A mind fuck all around, he took her strength and played with it like clay in a sculptors palm.
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absence & presence.
An excerpt from the journal of Lust:
You know dear friend, sometimes, I consider myself to be a complex person, perhaps even remotely interesting, and then I remember, well, this is only one part of me. Am I not but so many different types of me? And if so, should it be named hypocritical? Or even [...]
