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Grave robber, grave digger, tomb raider… There were many names for my chosen career path, but I preferred asset repossessor. It had a nice ring to it.
This right here? The moment of silence before cracking into some rich asshole’s final resting place? It was my drug.
I could tie her naked to my bed, and keep her there for all eternity, for the mere purpose of scenting my sheets. My own living potpourri. She could have other uses, tied to my bed…
Was he going to force himself on me? Fuck me with some weird cock of death?
Death falling in love with life was a tale as old as fucking time. I’d been warned, so many times. I couldn't help it. This was my weakness. She was my weakness.
His cock had to be so big, I wouldn’t be surprised if it came with its own gravitational pull.
Hahaha omg
“What are you? Monster Jesus?”
Lol
How ironic would it be for me to have saved her from the quicksand, only for her to suffocate on my cock?
I needed to keep my mind focused on escape, not cock,
If man-eating trees and snake monsters can’t kill me, neither will asking for help.”
“You’re just saying that to get in my pants.” His eyes gleamed behind the mask. “A feat you’d think would be way easier, considering you’re not wearing any.” “You know, you’re kind of charming.”
What a way to die—not by quicksand or man-eating trees or speared on the cock of the biggest dick in existence, but by choking to death on a grape because someone asked a monster fucker about their reading preferences.
“It figures heaven is a library.”
How was that possible? How had I been waiting my entire life to be with someone I’d only just met?
