The Wicked Games We Play

Axel.
Growing up living next to Sarah I used to watch her world fall apart. Through her windows I’d watch her cry as I’d smoke my stolen cigarettes. My brothers whisper in the shadows as I vow to take Sarah from her Hell and bring her to mine! Ten years pass and Sarah is finally ours, will she be our salvation or bring our damnation?

Sarah.
They came to me in the dark, faces painted, and bodies concealed. In a cage I lay, waiting for them to take me. Through the woods I run, chased by the Devil’s with Angelic smile’s. Little do they know, it’s my game they play.