She wields her secrets with a lustful passion, a carnal pleasure-plaything ill-matched and inhuman. A sultry-siren Molotov cocktail of combustible liquid ice, overflowing with preternatural beauty and grace enough to lure the soon-to-be soulless to her Stygian rocks, forlorn. His life, forfeit, bereft of soul, he struggles with his ebbing courage, grip… Continue reading IAMWARFACE ~ Closer [2⊘18]