While she's painting her
face with red lips, and thick lashes, the roar of the world is
passing by. Her breasts are held high by under wire like metal clasps
holding her together, and her waist cinched in the classic hourglass
figure. Her idol Marilyn would be proud. As she curls her hair the
only thing she burns is her soul. Her personality slowly slipping
away while her baby blues look only to one thing.
Satan.
He is her everything.
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