Talk:Hellhound/@comment-4407082-20161012145750/@comment-30014014-20161014191029

Yes, tell her why YOU love her...

I sit over a magenta cube, my left mask's eye hole glowing, yet invisible, as a man stands before her. He speak, as if he was reading a declaration of love to her. Rather than calm her desire for the feeble man before her, it ignited it like a blooming fire.

She grabbed him and a fire trail leaded to their bedroom. I snicker, hidden deep in my little world, as a man's waist condition will yet again be rended in pieces.