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The juice of terror's alluring sunshine left me with a particular sense of duty.

I was determined to seek revenge on a past of sexual disappointment that had left me sore and dry.

With this newfound exuberance, my desire for terror grew ever more intense, steadily contorting itself into a vibrant obsession.

Even the merest scent of her sex corrupted my every thought, my every want, my every action.

It was as though my mind were washed with a lust carnage so strong it would surely leave no survivors.