With my eyes, I’ll tear you apart.

With my lips, I’ll bleed your heart.

And all the while, you’ll only beg me for more.

My teeth will pierce your flesh like a dart.

I wonder if it will taste sweet or tart.

Either way, you’ll be left broken and sore.

Will you cry for me?

Your tears, I want to see.

And I want your squall for mercy I implore.

From my clutch, you’ll never be free.

You’ll never be without me,

And I will show you depravity in ways you never would’ve dreamed before.

Will you beg?

Bow and grovel like a lowly dreg?

Beg me not to defile you, now that you’re broken and sore?

Yes, please beg...

I want to hear you squeal like a filthy pig.

And when I climax, I’ll ecstatically roar,

Howling my blissful debauchery to the night sky.

Will you moan for me, begging me to finally let you die?

Please do, so I can punish you more.

I see you losing your mind.

Your soul, your innocence, you can no longer find.

To this I smile, knowing I’ve destroyed you at your very core.

You, who were once so kind,

Left the one you loved so much behind.

And now, here you lay, broken and shattered beneath the temptress of ancient lore.

For I am Lillitú,

And my prize is you,

And whether in pain or health, you will always beg me for more.

By Thomas Stewart

From: United States

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