When the Red Lights Were Turned Off

While as a sparkling carefree brook of gay youth she meandered on the plateau of valiant yearning, the precipice of destiny dragged her down into the ambiguous abyss of no return. Sucked by the vortex of wanton whirlpool, she sank in the hellhole of corrupt lust. With flesh bargained in the marketplace of perversion, she morphed into an object of lewd attraction. Perceiving the aberrant life absolutely undone, and the unfeeling inert soul utterly defiled, she compromised with her crumpled conscience, for her usurped body was no longer hers. When the sleazy alley winding in the mist of infamy became dark after the red lights were turned off, she turned into a self-seeking stalker wolf, waiting for the full moon to rise for her early. February 22, 2021 Contest : They Closed The Brothel Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann