desolate desire speaks for itselflonely little feeling lingeringinside I plead with the painlet me beit hurts to the coresilence interrupted sadly causes my soul to waneif it weren't true you'd say somethingwithin the mortal storm feel so muchbut understand...

Bonnie We squatted on our haunches in the pit fists up, circling warily, like scorpions ready to lash out with our deadly stings, cocks taunting each other. Both of us primed to fight, maul, scratch, tear, punch, kick, gouge, and...

the verge of extinction: In so far as she could tell there was only one of them. At least, she had only ever seen one, felt one, and one of them was more than enough for her to handle. A...