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The eyes blackened by desire turned back to the slender body stretched out on the frigid surface of metal. His slender fingers walking on the white skin, a softness impeccable, the bruises in shades of purple and green gave her a much more attractive appearance, along with the deep red welts that stood out to her, raw. The essence of blood, with the wealth that flowed through injuries, it was all a good show obscene and bizarre, his work of art. The dim lighting from makeshift lamps hanging from the ceiling raised the mystery that haunted the man responsible for the weakened state of his''victim'', oh yes, it was one of his pieces, fragile, beautiful, dead. For more than repeat the same procedure thousands of times, with multiple and new tools, he couldn’t feel anything but a string of tender delight, something close to an orgasm, but so brief, couldn’t ever reach the depth of his destroyed soul. He was about to abandon it, the agonizing body about to detach itself from the ethereal plane is to embrace the promise of another life, another life, perhaps an extension of the wretched man's world when she extended the hand. Those empty eyes and tired, reflected the despair, the spirit devastated, but also a claim that he was unable to conclude, despite the pale lips stutter, fragments incongruous, unintelligible. Murdoc's eyebrows raised, for a second, it was like to absorb all the pain, all the nefarious and targeted destination of the woman who one day had been a young girl full of life and love. Love. What was ultimately the definition given for this feeling? He never had loved in life, never knew what it meant to be in total surrender to someone else, ever. All he knew, was summed up the beauty that few could see the beauty of removing the gift of life to another person, exterminate his existence, sucking everything, until nothing is left.
