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Chance The Darkness - Teaser

Teeth nip at the soft place between my shoulder and décolletage. Sharp electric pulses shoot into my toes.
Silk slides across my jugular—razor-sharp like a samurai cutting through fresh snow. I shudder with pleasure, pain, and anticipation. I surrender to him.

Chance The Darkness - Teaser

Darkness swamps this room she calls a home. Pitiful. I am a queen. I deserve a castle with servants. Just like before. Before I murdered them all. When I brought terror to the place they sought sanctuary, I slaughtered them all against the brown powered dirt, across the barren land I once owned. I can still hear the echoes of their sweet screams. Men, women, children begging for forgiveness when there’s nothing to forgive. For I do not feel emotion like that of pity, sorrow, empathy. Human emotion is insignificant to me. Pathetic breakable shells they are.

But their weakness is my gain. Their cries, their death, they all feed my power for when I will take back what rightfully belongs to me. I will once again rein supremacy across worlds. Just as I once used to

-Khaos

Chance the Darkness
L.A. Wild

Chance The Darkness - Teaser

The constant caress grazing my neck intensifies. His solid arm slides around my waist, holding me a little too tight.
Imperturbable fingers sift through the layers of material to lift up under my torn T-shirt, brushing the hot, damp skin across my tattoo. Teeth nip at the soft place between my shoulder and décolletage. Sharp electric pulses shoot into my toes.
Silk slides across my jugular—razor-sharp like a samurai cutting through fresh snow. I shudder with pleasure, pain, and anticipation. I surrender to him.
A small, mellifluous voice of reason protests somewhere in the recess of my mind, but the pacifying language from my stranger lulls me away. Even the voice from behind the reinforced steel remains quiet.

Chance the Darkness