The Sweetest Valentine of Angel

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At the age of 16, Angel started to become a slave on the bed of a Demonic man. Almost every night, this man was forcibly kissing her innocent soul. He was tearing her clothes apart just to play with her weary body and suffice his lascivious desire. Angel couldn’t do anything but let her tears ran down on the cushion that was so soft and feeble like her. This scene happened repeatedly, for she was so weak and she was a captive canary of a demon's horrible cage. She ‘was’ so weak; but now, she will never be the same, weak person as she was back then.

It’s already the month of hearts, so with all her heart, she will give that lecherous man what he wants.

In a room filled with sweetest red-colored lights and with petals of roses on the floor and enchanting bed, Angel waited for a burning moment. After a couple of hours, the door opened and the man with a hidden horn in his heart has come. She looked at him as if trying to seduce him with her precious eyes. She bit her lips and walked seductively toward him. She unbuttoned the man’s shirt and kneeled on his front. With her own lips, she unzipped his pants and let her tongue travel on his body. The man felt some kind of weirdness, for the weak and angelic woman he was then belittling abruptly turned into an aggressive one. She pushed the man into the bed and kissed his lips. While he was relishing the heavenly feeling, Angel got a syringe and injected the sleeping agent into the man’s neck.

She released a loud and evil laugh, and she tied the man’s whole unconscious body on the bed. She waited until the naked man woke up. He yelled and anger was drawn in his eyes.

He was trying to get out of his sorry state, but the rope’s tying which Angel made was too firm and strong.

She picked up a rose on a table and let its thorns wander the man’s body. Using these thorns, she carved a beautiful piece of art in the man’s arms, legs, and, most importantly, the chest which hid his wicked heart. She kissed his lips for another time and let the rose’s thorn thrust into the man’s lustful eyes. He screamed out of pain, while Angel was feeling delighted of her art. She got a large sharp blade hidden beneath the bed and sat on the man’s lying body. She painted an evil smile on her face, as the man was asking her to let him go. She pointed the blade on his face and made fourteen cuts on it. And lastly, Angel aimed the beaming blade on the man’s neck and beheaded him blissfully.

She picked the man’s head up and swung it in the air while the fresh blood was dropping down the clean bed. Her eyes were sparkling as she licked the lips of the lifeless man.

Angel released her loudest and most zealous, evil laugh and uttered the words,
“I love you, Dad.”
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