Ralph felt an intense urge to grasp her throat tightly and suffocate her until she couldn't breathe. He desired to restrain her and whip her so mercilessly that all she could do was scream. It excited him to imagine the sinful things he would do to hear her cries only. There was a twisted part of him that craved to use her blood to create his next painting. Ralph experienced a sense of ecstasy when he observed his reflection in the mirror, his white shirt stained with the blood of his driver. The person had infuriatingly caused him to be late for his exhibition. The haunting echoes of the driver's cries and screams as he plunged a knife deep into his chest still reverberate in Ralph's mind like softly spoken musical notes.“What a fucking waste?” he muttered disdainfully, contorting his mouth with exasperation as he effortlessly flung his shirt over his shoulder. Tilting his head, he meticulously assessed the multitudinous array of ink adorning his skin, covering the remnants of scars

The museum's enduring elephant exhibit acted as a central point, standing at thirteen feet tall, as images of sea creatures swirled on the walls, creating the sensation of being submerged. Servers dressed in black moved around, offering champagne and appetizers, while a stage awaited the host's arrival at the opposite end of the space, ready to commend all the attendees for their presence.“This is beautiful,” I inhaled deeply, my focus fixated on an enigmatic masterpiece adorning the distant wall. It was an ethereal and captivating painting, unlike any my eyes had ever beheld. From afar, I could discern its essence, a mesmerizing fusion of crimson and ebony brushstrokes giving life to a tormented woman, her piercing screams resonating as she desperately clawed at her flesh. To some, it may appear disturbing, but beneath the surface, it encapsulated the very essence of our existence. The scarlet hues embodied longing and passion, while the inky strokes echoed the hidden depths of dark

TWO YEARS TWO MONTHS AGOI savoured the delicate brush of his lips against my longing flesh, feeling a surge of desire overtaking my senses. My breath quivered, escaping through parted lips, as he tenderly nibbled on my neck, unleashing an incandescent current that ignited every nerve in my body. Succumbing to the overwhelming sensations, I surrendered to the abyss of feeling, lost in the imprint of his touch as his fingers delicately encircled my throat, evoking a breathless moan that escaped into the night.“Let yourself go. Go with it. Surrender to the pleasure, topolìno.” His voice. God! Heavenly! It possessed an utterly captivating depth, drawing me into its mesmerizing spell. The silkiness of his words gently grazed the scorching surface of my skin, offering a seductive embrace.I reached out with my hands, desperate to touch him and feel him because it was the only way I knew salvation. His lips moved down to my cleavage, and I suddenly became aware of what I was wearing – a cam

Ralph couldn't help but look at her, observing her body as she sat curled up on the stool, her eyes trembling as she scanned the surroundings in wonder. The Rohypnol he held tightly crumbled within his hands. The two mixed tequila glasses stared back at him. Examining her fragile, trembling, and innocent presence, he instinctively dropped the tiny pill into one of the glasses, observing its dissolution.“Here, it’ll help you to relax.” Rara raised her head as Ralph passed her a glass. Feeling nervous and excited at the same time, she grabbed it with her both hands and took a sip. “Is it….necessary?” She asked looking around. The room resembled his workplace with its array of unfinished paintings and sculptures. In an attempt to calm her nerves, she took another sip.“Are you uncomfortable?” He quipped grabbing the silk scarf from the table. Rara eyed it apprehensively. “No, but…it’s kind of awkward to sit here and look still.” ‘And the way your gaze is piercing through my soul, how

Death. They made me long for death, with the overwhelming darkness and terror I experienced unlike anything before. They were aware of my vulnerability and attacked mercilessly. I was willing to sacrifice anything for her–my little sister.“Scarlett…” In that tense moment, my heart raced as I locked eyes with her, observing every nuance and flicker of emotion that passed through her terrified gaze. The depth of her fear was unmistakable, betraying the desperate struggle that she was engaged in. I could feel the weight of her vulnerability pressing against my own consciousness, a profound reminder of the power that our connection held in that fragile instance. It was as if time had momentarily stood still, the intensity of her frightened expression etching itself into the fabric of my memory, as though challenging me to fully comprehend the depths of her distress. “Rara, please! Please, save me!” The sound of her desperation was reverberating through the room, as she unleashed her ang