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Bodies sweating while grinding,
Pleasure caressed all over her body.
An explosion of satisfaction like fireworks
Burst within herself in revelry.

One slave to another slave,
They all wait in line with mouths dropped.
Her body and pleasure are what they want
And she wanted them to satisfy her.

As she orgasms every other minute,
Everything becomes pink around her.
Within her eyes lie fear.
Her fear is dirtier than skeletons and blood.

Grim Reaper clones were torturing her
And her fake beauty began to fade away.
All the beauty to lure men to her
Was being taken away.

The melted skin of her beauty reflected her true self,
Showing what fake of a being she was.
And with her sin, Lust, being reflected,
She screamed in her whore house home.

Satan's arms grabbed her from the puddle,
Dragging her down into Hell
Coming face to face with her father,
He ripped her head off before she could blink.

With his only daughter's head,
He put it next to her brothers' heads.