"Don't get it wrong, angel, I am not courting you, you are already mine, my woman, those sweet lips are mine to kiss whenever I please. Cease with the denial and kiss your husband."
My mind is one of the scariest places in the world, it alone can spook me half to death.
I closed my eyes and my over exaggerative imagination became my biggest tormentor. My arm slipped inside his jacket and wrapped around his waist, I was clinging onto him like a scared child- because I was scared, undeniably petrified, I didn't want to go Hell, no one wants to go to Hell. He didn't exactly tell me he's taking me to Hell, but he did imply it very well, he wants me to see "our kingdom of fire" and right now, the thought engenders so much fear and dread in me, that I would much rat
