"Descend into the depths And siphoned into Sheol With the dwellers of death For the harrowing of hell Bathing in your blood Purified and clean Ascend a killing god"
With enough squeezing Tristana fit snugly within the wooden box that would be her new home for the foreseeable future. It wasn't exactly comfortable and the constant ass-fuckings didn't make it any easier but then again who asked? (CLBlisse)
