an ominous cloud of clanging metal and oil loomed by. Cassandra unwaveringly stood there, casting her venomous gaze upon them, smiling, enjoying the sight. for in mere minutes, she would die, facing the hordes of what looked like ants now.
she smiled. and leaped. and killed. and bled.
how she wished that Daius were to see her; how she danced in sweat and leather, how she graced amongst chunks of metal and how she sliced them like frozen meats.
by sunset, most of them were dead. Cassandra, weary but unfathomable by their numbers, kept on.
how Daius wished she would just stop for a moment and see him see her. but Daius is already dead. and so shall she, in moments' time.
her arms were on the floor, she saw them fell when something cut it. they subdued her.
writhing in defiance, she looked. they smiled at each other. she braced herself.
with a single tug, she was naked and in a flurry of motion, she was pinned, raped and groped. she felt good, but Daius was still her first, and her last. he smiled.
and they were satisfied and flung her meat into The Mouth. and they danced while Cassandra's thick blood oozed down their cold cheeks.
on a final note: love and remembrance are carried through death.
how i wish that was true.
she smiled. and leaped. and killed. and bled.
how she wished that Daius were to see her; how she danced in sweat and leather, how she graced amongst chunks of metal and how she sliced them like frozen meats.
by sunset, most of them were dead. Cassandra, weary but unfathomable by their numbers, kept on.
how Daius wished she would just stop for a moment and see him see her. but Daius is already dead. and so shall she, in moments' time.
her arms were on the floor, she saw them fell when something cut it. they subdued her.
writhing in defiance, she looked. they smiled at each other. she braced herself.
with a single tug, she was naked and in a flurry of motion, she was pinned, raped and groped. she felt good, but Daius was still her first, and her last. he smiled.
and they were satisfied and flung her meat into The Mouth. and they danced while Cassandra's thick blood oozed down their cold cheeks.
on a final note: love and remembrance are carried through death.
how i wish that was true.
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