There was this strong unpleasant feeling, it was again a failed attempt for cusping life. Inadequate action or maybe lack of precision took the possession far away from him. Still it appeared annoyingly dainty and appealing. He got infected to the logic's now and tried to bring in more contamination till a dead lock is reached, this casted a morbid category of this being to get indulged into a sequence. This is a trap which had to begin somewhere but he didn’t knew, it was this and how. Preparations got hindered and continuously disturb the traumas which seriously hurt no more.
Pain was demanding more but it had no end to pleasure.
Pain was demanding more but it had no end to pleasure.