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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As if she wanted to devour the man, with her almond-shaped eyes and sculptural body hot as hell sculpted in her elongated curved form she looked as if igniting flames, in which around her her long hair fluttering around her full lips and so on. carried a cart with trays and which had his meal and behind his body. 


When he saw wings as flaming as his body and a pointed tail that circled his body from side to side and said seductively in his direction closer and closer, in which until the moment a guard fell into an armchair awkwardly looking at his back were being watched by the black gargoyles. 


In which they were no more than carved in dark stones, but they walked freely as if they were human, in which they looked around flying over the ceiling and others at the door preventing the exit and so one flew out of the portal and she said pushing back the armchair with a clawed finger to look around. 


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