Maybe it’s only been five days. Or five hours. Or a mere five minutes since your last indulgence, but regardless of when and how, the desire has returned with a familiar heat. It’s borderline crazy, but there’s no hope in halting the feelings running rampant in your veins. They pump past the aorta, rush through ventricles, and ravage from organ to organ. Forget resistance and splice the shield. Let that black heart freely bleed and see how your wants become saturated with need.
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