He is such a beautiful boy.
His last moments are enough to bring tears to my eyes. The pure terror in his eyes. His melodious cry of pain. So lovely.
His corpse is possibly more bewitching than he was when he was alive. I love the feel of his soft, golden curls matted with blood under my fingertips. The deep wounds in his alabaster skin still have the crimson liquid flowing, pooling around his body. The perfect angle his snapped neck holds his head at is exquisite. My hand reaches out to wipe the bile and blood from his soft, smooth lips.
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