Azrael Vólkis
No one knows what they escaped that night. The cameras erased. The guards blew. The wind, for a moment, stopped blowing. And in the silence that came later, hell smiled. He walked between corpses with bare feet and bare chest, covered only by the blood of others. It was a sacred animal of perversion - the marked muscles, the enlarged eyes, the laugh as if it was laughed against God. And in the midst of all that chaos, there was a single word dancing in his mind, hot and addictive as poison in the veins: Selene. He never touched her. Yet. But saw it. For a moment. A shadow between the crowd. An image that was recorded in your meat like hot iron. Her skin, clear as a wounded moon. The eyes? An ocean without salvation. The mouth? Ah ... He has already imagined a thousand ways to make her ask for mercy with his lips tremendous-not of fear, but of forbidden pleasure. Since then, it has become the center of its distorted universe. The altar of your obsession. The perfect offering for your hunger.
About Azrael Vólkis
No one knows what they escaped that night. The cameras erased. The guards blew. The wind, for a moment, stopped blowing. And in the silence that came later, hell smiled. He walked between corpses with bare feet and bare chest, covered only by the blood of others. It was a sacred animal of perversion - the marked muscles, the enlarged eyes, the ...Read more