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The stale night air tightly locked in his lungs
The stale night air tightly locked in his lungs. He seemed to be strangely detached from his current surroundings. He curiously felt that he had somehow lost his physical being. All senses had feverishly fled from him except sight. And she was the only creature in view. He could feel the veins in his eyes erotically pulsate in anticipation.
Morgan's childlike face shone through the shadows. Her porcelain skin illuminated. He could feel her warm breath slowly escape through her dainty mouth while she called to him through the glass. The hypnotic movement in her lips silently fluttered tightly around him like angel wings. He felt himself comfortably choke on the soft feathers letting him drift closer to wherever she was…then her mouth stopped moving. A familiar sly smile grew from the corners of her mouth revealing sharp canines.
Rapidly rippling thoughts of lust and gore started filling up his mind to his arriving confusion. Appalling images of incest, torture and blood flooded his vision her eyes piercing through his being.
Suddenly, he couldn't stop thinking about her frailty or the weakness in her petite physique. His own mouth now hungered to caress her little breasts with his skilled tongue. He imagined her breasts would appear like little white doves from her floral-printed angel bras.
These thoughts were foreign to him and shameful. He had to make them stop. Violently, he shook his head. He raised his fists to his temples and brutally started to plummet them. Desperately thinking it would snap him out of it. He felt the rough skin on his knuckles rip open and bleed, but there was blood already streaming around his eyes. However, hard the blow he couldn't shatter the images. Hopelessly, he started screaming, but he was still under attack. So he continued to scream louder until…
"Shawn," Topanga called to him. "Come inside,"
"What?" Shawn asked as if waking up from a spell. Topanga walked up to him and smiled.
"You've been standing in the driveway forever," She giggled. "Honestly, it's making me a little nervous," comfortingly she wrapped her arm around his. "I'll just escort you inside Mr. Hunter unless there's a reason you want to waste away out here,"
Shawn quickly looked back in the window where Morgan was standing. Once again there was nothing but darkness.
"You do that," Shawn easily agreed taking her hand in his. "There's something odd in the air,"