Chapter 28 Idolatry

• Nicklaus
• There are thousands of voices reverberating in my mind all the time as if each of the souls I took to hell needed to scream and commune with my decisions, but the moment I feel her inner walls squeezing my cock like a fucking fist. The deliciously intact ass to receive only me, the cunt dripping with our mixed pleasures making the smell of sex float, I remove the cock from inside her after the spasms seeing the blood thread accompanying my cum out.
• And silence is the gift I was not looking for, for men like me, the pain of death accompanies silence, but the angel lying on the floor with heavy eyelids, legs between open, rosy cheeks, marked breasts, and a smile of satisfaction mingling with the tears to discover being touched by perversity