[A FEW HOURS AFTER THE KISS]
“f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k!”
Liberty barely made it to his chamber in hell. But when he did, he crumbled like a sand wall sprinkled with cold water. Liberty’s in fire, inside and out. His chest is burning and he could feel it from behind his eyes. He wanted to tear them out, wash them with holy water and make them an offering to the gods above. Maybe he’ll include his lips too. His dirty f*****g lips that made him almost lose control. He doesn’t know whether he likes to stitch them close or rip them apart. Either way, he doesn’t want to make use of them again. Especially like that.
“You never lose control, i***t. Never.” Losing control is for the weak. You are everything but weak.
The devil steadied his breath, lifting his head up from his trembling palms.
