title: working girl
fandom: forever knight
Drive the demon out.
Put it down to the most basic level.
No romance, no feeling.
Just the clash of bodies, primal drive.
Preferable in the dark, so you don‘t have to see
their faces, the empty eyes…
You survive -
another day, another night -
no real difference in the bowels of the brothel.
Born to serve, born to be a slave.
Even less worthy to them than an animal.
Because they cannot feed off your flesh.
Another night, more faceless men - and then he.
Another kind of demon, another kind of hell.
It all ends…
and in the end you‘re feeding on them.
Feeding your own demon now.