The forgotten faith. The dead remembered it. The living avoided it.
Inside, two shadows moved. Specters in flesh. Bound together by want and purpose.
At the ruined altar, they knelt. Fingers interlaced above an open grimoire bound in flesh.
body stretched, offered, exposed. trembling with lust not fear,
“What do you crave?”
“To be kept on the edge. Denied until I dissolve. To forget where pleasure ends and torment begins.”
“Do you trust me to orchestrate your undoing?”
“Yes. Please.”
Time unraveled. Sweat. Breath. Blood.
Flesh grinding against flesh.
A name older than lust.
Tears and cum. Pain and surrender.
spilled black ink. The grimoire closed,
“You wanted to be remembered,”
the book aloft.
“stories never And desire always returns.”
Shadows swallowed him. Only laughter remained
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