隆La Devoradora de Hombres! | Mon贸logo de terror: La Sayona 馃懟 [SPA-ENG] by @vezo on 3Speak
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There is a peste that no can't with nothing. It's pegged in the skin, in the roba, and in the alient. It's the odor of the culp. It's that edore rancio that, when they're from where they're not being in the For any person, the obscurity of the sun, of the us For me, is the scenario perfect, the mantle of the infieless, of the malosombers that are downing to a woman. When the silence of the midnight night, it's always appears one, a mannante, and embalentonado, for the alcohol. He's thinking in the mentira that he was inventing to get to his door, convinced that nobody he saw, and that his labia barata will functionar. Pover, illus, he thinks that the world he pertainse. No, you imagine that, from the Sombra of the Arboles, some of the spectralles, they've been seeing, from various meters, after. There is when the night change the rhythm, and it's more interesting. I go to his side, like a silhouette fragile, envuited in a vestido black, that seems to flotar over my body. Me presento, like a woman, hermosisima, that is alone and unproteged in the penumbra. Nung, no one can resistire. They love to be casadores, they pavonean, presumed of sombrea, and think that any woman that they're What creatures! What Miserables! The better is that never suspect that, this time, are they who have caught in the trap. And I, I, I, I disfruited much when they discover who is really the presa. And that is the great effect of your species, the lujure. Ven a woman in the obscurity, and no sient in fear, they're in urgency, and the desire suceo of caser. Frenan the pass immediately. and they're in the hand, and then they're in that millisecond, when the air is when the air is congela and my rostro, then they also, but of terror. No, there's a transition suave. The beauty is evaporate, by-golpire, my rostro's styr, my rostro's styr, my eyes, and my dents arelars, and my eyes arelars, and my eyes are filled the fire of all over the I fascina, how the borracheira, it's moor in the gargina, the mandigula, and the mandibula, and they find that what they're in front, not is a woman, but superdition. Gritar, no sir, it's a good, gritty. Gritar, no, it's My deados are unden in the cuelloo of the infiel, tracing a line that suffoca the last subliction that he had in the pulmones, until that his body is rind and the Tierra's it traga without pietad. Then, then, then, only there is the silence. Me Limpio the vestido, accommoded my cabello, and I pared to the new between the Because, while there existambers that traitionan, there are noches in that someone will hear my passos, and when that occur, more it will not look back.
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