Clandestine love

Guilt tried to take over my mind, throwing me into a precipice with no way out. But the attraction we felt for each other was more powerful, making us fall into the nets of a clandestine love, blind and without a future.

We were thieves and fugitives, hiding from prying eyes in anonymous rooms in the city. Not even the moon could witness our furtive encounters in the shadows of trees and glass.

She indulged my darkest instincts as no one ever had. She was Venus herself, riding on my stiffness, giving herself to me without opposition.

She left the marks of her melodies on my breast, while her belly received all the inspiration of my sighs, all the black ink of my poet's soul.

Until one night, as we lay embraced in the gloom, I sensed a strange gleam in her eyes. A sinister spark I had never seen before.

Suddenly, her face began to contort into a grotesque grimace, her features twisting into a demonic expression.

I turned away from it in horror, but its claws dug into my flesh, tearing it apart. A piercing scream erupted from her throat as her crawling tongue lapped at the blood oozing from my wounds.

I struggled with all my might, but she was unstoppable, as if a supernatural force possessed her.

Her sharp fangs sank into my neck and I began to feel the life drain out of me along with the gushing strands of blood.

In my dying breaths, I realised that this woman had never been human. She was a spawn of the underworld who had seduced me only to devour my soul.

My screams of agony were lost in the night as the darkness dragged me into the depths of hell.