Gone was the color in my life. Even nature turned grayscale.
Feeling nothing was worse than pain.
The goth sign appealed to my dark mood. Shedding my clothes, I slipped in, pitying my sleeping nipples dead to the chilly water lapping at them. A tear fell.
The waters muddied and he rose from the depths, one hand squeezing my neck while his forked-tongue fucked my ear.
I welcomed his fiery eyes and terrifying horns. He twisted my nipples erect and melted the ice from my cunt. The waters seethed with cum.
I awoke. Dry mud flaked, revealing glowing flesh beneath.
