The Baptism Of Amy by Satanisspan666

She was bored. The world was beige. Then he walked in — older, Satanic dark eyes, grin like a blade. He offered. A taste. Of smoke. Of lust. Of him. She took it. The room spun. From meth. From truth. From lust. He touched her like a spell. No love. Only worship. And fire. She said, “More.” He whispered to her Names not meant for daylight. Carved want into her breath. Spoke of wanton acts and desires. The Devil entered her. Naked. Laughing. Dripping with faithless lust. She was His now— Consumed by lust. Cloudy and awakened. A young woman baptized in unholy fuckfire.