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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... I saw a woman getting closer and closer, until when the water was closer in the bloody river a body came out of the water an obscured shadow, a claw, a creature that came out of the fires of hell, being me those were horns and claws and grabbing him by his face and pulling him in, he screamed at the top of his lungs, his decapitated hands instantly drowning in the blood he screamed. 


It was until he couldn't take it anymore, he screamed being pulled and then pushed, and there came a frantic movement of in and out and up and down, and then he saw himself lying down, it was between blows he found himself lying down with someone on top of him all around screams and more screams of pleasure in one of them, who was looking at him with splayed viscera. 


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