Stepping Out To Watch The Final Scene

It was me,the king, and the beast.

And the beast sat in the corner, laughing a deep, luscious chuckle that incubated from deep within his gut, his puncturing first clutching the arm of the chair where a thick, tightly wound chain was tied.

He sat and slowly sipped his malted scotch as he pulled the chain tighter around my neck; around my life.

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Hollywood Undead.

My girls amaze me, hopefully they'll like it.