So find me sweet demon, possess me with the dark spirit of your hedonism.
Fate entangles my leg, winds its way to my hips, grappling, tearing through nylon and cotten.
You have befowled all that I am, these tendrils of thorns, rape me as they fasten tighter.
Your presence is a blight upon my soul, but each grip wrenches moans of pleasure.
Dying in bloodied shreds of fashion, breasts heaving, nipples scarred as tentacles rip.
A platter is served for you to taste of my blackened heart and no more shall I moan for you.
Though once I longed for your power within me, I now scream to be excorcised.
You are my terror, my mask of thorny vines is now complete, flesh dangles like rags.
I lay down, accepting you for the final time as you devour and defile me, one last breath heaves from my soul.