Sinning for Santa

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>I went to church to confess my sins but found my life in the devil's hands. His ultimatum-confess my depravities or dig my own grave.</em></strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Devon Marx has decided to keep me as his Christmas treat stealing me from my life and taking me to the town he calls hell. Every time I try to run he catches me his strength far outmatching mine as he forces me to submit.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Unyielding in his pursuit to strip me bare both of my secrets and my clothes my inexperience fuels Devon as I become the object of his obsession throwing me into my own carnal awakening.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>My inner voice is screaming at me to keep fighting him but it's nowhere near as loud as the whisper of temptation pulling me closer to the man that has the power to end me with the pull of a trigger.</span></p><p><br></p>