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  • Writer's pictureDomina Dali

The Reds

You, squirming in pain with eyes that dilate with every insertion.

A buried part of me sees them look to mine for some sense of comfort.

All they can find are shiny black irises that look as empty and cold as the hollow steel tubes invading your skin.

“Is anybody there?” I can hear this silent fear rattle through your head.

Breaking the thought into another moan as I slide another 18 gauge into you.

“Shhh baby, I’m right here,” says my monster sweetly, as I fuck your flesh hard setting the blood free.


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