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Val.Da.Ral

Val.Da.Ral's Book(1)

Your god's love

Your god's love

 Romance
5.0
Sadness is not different from love, She loved me when I cried for another. She listens to me, to my pleas and ended everything, But most importantly, She worshiped me as if I was her god. HER words were never lies. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° "I can't b-breath. " Gasping for air, fear runs down my face in droplets. In such a desperate situation like this, those were my only words before I collapsed in a fit of sobs. Watching my suffocating expression in her rosy orbs only added volume to my cries. How did we end up like this? Her hands impatiently untightened themselves off my neck, her feet trampled over themselves to make her fall to the floor, staring in horror at the hands that were proud to stand on my neck. My back slumped down the wall and I collapsed back into consciousness. I cough violently to fill my lungs, my first instincts resigned me into a cocoon of my own limbs, my sobs speaking volumes. Resting my head on the cold hard floor, I uttered the foreseeable words to end my agony: " Ille, please. " Crimson was blood and blood splashed my ears letting me hear the massacre on a blind’s choice. Weak and on the verge of passing out, the realization of such a butchery couldn't pump enough blood to reach my brain. My delusion didn’t faze her, my safety was a priority in my new nightmares. She picked me up with a single arm as she usually does. With a harsh jerk, she efficiently removed my aggressor’s blood from her hand and raised that hand to caress my cheek. Planting a kiss on my forehead without a once of regret regrets in her comforting praises. " Mercy is not something you should expect from me, little god. " She then begins to walk toward the exit. " Especially to something who had enough spunk to threaten the God who is soon to be mine to worship. " Please don't look at me, I am weak to her praises, and she was strong when she fed on my weakness.