LIGHTNOVELONLINE HEMATOMA
WRITHING IN A LATEX COCOON, IT MUMBLES AND WORMS IN A BOUND EXISTENCE.
THE THRONE OF LIES BESTOWED TO IT, CREAKS AND CRACKS FROM THE WEIGHT OF THEIR ESSENCE.
GNASHING. SPITTING. LAUGHING. DROOLING.
A CAVE DEPRIVED OF SOCIAL INTERACTION; A DISSUASION FROM INFERIOR WANTS AND PETTY "NEEDS."
STRAPPED DOWN BY THE VERY BLACK LEATHER THEIR BODY IS MADE OUT OF.
A SCREENING OF INNOCENT SHOWS PERMENANTLY PLAYS IN FRONT OF THEM.
IT LIKES THE ONES WITH COLOR.
LEATHER BANDAGES AND DARKENED GAUZE ENCAPSULATES THEIR HEAD.
A PERMANENT APRON AND TRENCH COAT THAT RESEMBLES SKIN MORE SO THAN APPAREL.
GLOVES THAT HAVE NEVER BEEN TAKEN OFF AFTER BEING SOWN ON.
BARE, INNOCENT, UNTAINTED FLESH. COVERED, SO AS TO NOT TO BE TEMPTED OR FACE THE CRUELTY OF THE WORLD.
A MESSY COMPOSITION. AN INCONSISTENT BODY THAT SHIFTS ; BARELY GIMPED BY ITS RUBBER CONTAINMENT.
IT EXCITES, UNKNOWING OF THE TRUTHS NOR OF WHAT IT WANTS.
THEY DO WHAT THEIR TOLD, AS THEY SHOULD.
THAT IS THE ESSENCE OF A SOLDIER AFTER ALL.