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Welcome to Cirque Du Désir, where lust wears a twisted mask and desire dances with the devil.
I want to know more about the demons that lurk inside him. Tonight, it’s them I desire.
Because here, in Cirque Du Désir, no desire, no craving is too dark or twisted.
I’ll only hurt her, but something in her eyes, her tone, tells me that's just what she wants.
Now, she has me on my knees, praying that the devil won’t take me. Not until I’ve finished my last meal.
I’ll welcome any pain Lux brings me, so long as it is him causing it.
“Eyes on me, Indie.”
Everything here is dark and fucked up, but as I allow myself to give in to temptations and depravities I never knew I craved, I find the true beauty of Cirque Du Désir.
“Your fucking cunt was made by the devil himself, Indie. But he made it just for me,”
You’re going to swallow my fucking load like it's your communal bread. Like it’s going to wash away the sins you committed tonight.”
