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“That’s alright. I fucked his best friend on the back of the float as revenge.”
Souls that are dead cannot cross roses of red
A heart and a key would set me free,”
In deepening light, where senses fade, a labyrinth vast, a daunting maze. No sight, no sound, no touch to guide, navigate true or be crushed inside. Beware the beast, within the heart, and find the door, back to start.
“Being too compassionate in a place like this is a mistake,” he warned. “Soft hearts don’t survive here.” “What kinds of hearts do?” He leaned down until their eyes were level. “Hearts with teeth.”
“If you want to play rough,” he drawled, “I have better games we can play. Ones that involve less clothing—”
In a realm of desire, illusions enthrall, contestants beware, lest you succumb to their call. Amongst the lustful vices, you must pick only one, when the first bell tolls the trial has begun.
Before the fourth chime, the truth you must find, and the key to your freedom, beneath a bed lies.
“What would you suggest we do to bide our time?” A wicked smirk. “Nothing that involves keeping our clothes on.” “Please don’t make this hard.” The smirk grew into a full-blown grin. “Well, technically you’re the one—”
“If you are about to make some ridiculous innuendo involving the word hard”—she pointed at him with the hairbrush—“swallow your tongue.”
