Aethereal_Psyche in Horror | Reads: 161 | Likes: 0
My sirenical voice whispered, "Surrender, my friend...surrender." entrancing the sailor to relinquish the struggle.
I pushed my weight atop of his, bemiring him to the sea bed, as my claws curled around his stomach–puncturing the soft flesh; the scarlet ink dissipating sinfully in the obsidia Read More...
Published on Mar 26,2020 12:12 PM
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