The inside of the barn was elaborate, to say the least.

Drenched in mahagony and other fine siding, the building was ancient, stinking with time. Rancid with the monotony of history, dripping with realism.

She's the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on.

Innocent with concern, the eyes scan into my deepest realms with ease. She opens me like a christmas present, and all of my gifts are there for her to judge.

I'm there for her to enjoy.

I enjoy the fact that she ejoys looking at me.

Despite her age, her gaze delves deep into my peersonality, poking at more mature subjects than I'd like to entertain in her presence. Her youthful innocent presence.

But the gaze differs me elsewhere, to territory unexplored.

"You're an angel."

I relish the skin nof the youth, closing my eyes, licking the inside of my mouth imaginitively.

You can just feel the spirit of this child, it pushes into your mind like a blinding devil, an overwhelming constelletion of fearful participation.

This youth is closer to me than I find comfortable.

But I like it.

"Do you really want to get down and groovy, mister. Feel into my soul mister. Touch me inside, in the way I know to be right, mister.

I'm ready, sir."

Her eyes. They suck out my being and place me in a position of complete isolation. I'm standing still, stopped.

I can breathe, but see I can not.

The girl is there.

I feel her.

I want her.

She's over me, her girly thighs slowly flexing over my fully developed muscles.

I can feel myself.

Becoming aroused.

It's wrong. So wrong.

I feel like a demon relishing the ultimate sacrifice of an innocent youth.

Giving in to evil.

I love the fact that she's evil now.

Her skin is no longer pure.

Her spirit is now in the realm of darkness.

Her lips spread.

And I begin to thrust.