Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Rate my sickness as it comes from within, (feed me it call) subject the interior of the venomous pit to a taste of saliva and blood, reflect (remember when I ruled your taste buds, remember when I was the only thing inside) succumb to my call, rejoice in my touch (it YEARNS to be held, it YEARNS to flood you with its gift) succumb to my call, rejoice to my thrusts, (taste the staleness of my salt as I have kept it for you) succumb to my call, rejoice in the infinity of my ecstasy, savour in my completeness, for your time will soon be here, soon the darkness of my forever will swallow you as you swallow me…