The Time is At Hand · 2:27am Dec 22nd, 2017
The corpse continued to laugh as the blood, nearly about to flow onto the bell, began to reverse itself, flowing back into the laughing corpse.
Divine looked at the creature; this was not how he imagined it to be. He looked at the singer, who was so lost in the thrall of orgasmic self-lust, that she’d long stopped flowing normally and was now bleed and she continued to pleasure herself. “What the hell?” he voiced.