Clan-Toreador

ENGLISH THE KISS Pain. That was the first sensation you had. You felt away from yourself, even if you saw everything through your own eyes. The pain burnt your guts. A night, a century, an hour, a milisecond. Did it matter? Pain, pain... Pain? Pleasure. The ecstasy overcame you. Your throat let out a deep moan. Your breath grew short, your lungs complained, but you were still alive. Pleasure. Pleasure, but you felt your life escaping slowly with every second (millenium?) that went by. Tears of pain and pleasure streamed down your cheeks. Pleasure. You felt feathers caressing your skin, black ones like an onyx. White ones, like the pur