warning for rape and references to child molestation
People liked to talk about how bums were the dregs of humanity. Those people weren't being creative enough.
If there was anything Vincenzo loved more than anything, it was games, and he loved playing games with dirty, disgusting people, in particular. And if there was ever a place with an influx of dirty, disgusting people, it was Underground.
Tonight, his health was at its peak, and he was in full on hunting mode. It was funny, how a monster like him could so easily disguise himself as prey. With a glamour necklace around his neck hiding his abominable arm and eye, Vincenzo looked like a stereotypical angel, naturally soft features framed perfectly by golden, wavy hair.
He entered the Underground with uncertain steps to make it look like he was going here begrudgingly, sat at a bench, and waited for his "date." His hands, holding his phone carefully like a baby bird, was settled on his lap. As the sky grew darker and the night's music turned louder, and the people became drunker and drunker, he knew it was just a matter of time before something interesting came up. He waited, and he looked miserable as he sat there, when in truth, his heart was holding back a wave of excitement.
@"Reignfinite"
People liked to talk about how bums were the dregs of humanity. Those people weren't being creative enough.
If there was anything Vincenzo loved more than anything, it was games, and he loved playing games with dirty, disgusting people, in particular. And if there was ever a place with an influx of dirty, disgusting people, it was Underground.
Tonight, his health was at its peak, and he was in full on hunting mode. It was funny, how a monster like him could so easily disguise himself as prey. With a glamour necklace around his neck hiding his abominable arm and eye, Vincenzo looked like a stereotypical angel, naturally soft features framed perfectly by golden, wavy hair.
He entered the Underground with uncertain steps to make it look like he was going here begrudgingly, sat at a bench, and waited for his "date." His hands, holding his phone carefully like a baby bird, was settled on his lap. As the sky grew darker and the night's music turned louder, and the people became drunker and drunker, he knew it was just a matter of time before something interesting came up. He waited, and he looked miserable as he sat there, when in truth, his heart was holding back a wave of excitement.
@"Reignfinite"