Between people who might have died, between people who might or might not have died, between those crimes that might or might not have taken place.

Between reporting that investigation, when by normal means, they found nothing, talking to whoever held the secrets, meeting with your informant, that information, which may or may not be true, even the demons that always watched everyone around you.

There was no going back, the implications and all situations would not go back, there were consequences, suspicions became reality.

Death and life, even those who never imagined having contact, but looking around, the deepest desires, the opinion of their former contacts, knowing now, with whom they were dealing, in what they created at that time.

Even at that time, when he could make everything as pleasurable as possible, then, between his pleasures and his desires, for every time in his travels, that he was wrapped between each of her secrets, he was shrouded in mystery.

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He was watching around him human beings thrown around him nothing more than rag dolls, in some corner like a floor cloth and in the alleys and streets around him, in which it was for the ultimate trick everything looked like nothing more than human puppets no ropes and falling around and some walking around like zombies. 


...And soon he had his legs spread high, their bodies in motion without any preparation, he entered him at once met by frantic and constant beatings, by shrill and choking screams and frantic and ferocious movements, they were ferocious and animalistic. , screams, wails and roars, kisses, lips mouths being plundered, full-lipped kiss, in which your fingernails scratching your demon's chest, your arms being pinned to the wall to melee jumping, pelvis being pushed squeaky slaps of bodies against bodies he felt pushed and pulled screams and more slaps from their bodies... 


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