Elena and Edward Corvin appeared…
To the outside world…
As the perfect couple.
Two beautiful children.
Samuel, the elder—witty, bold, a storm of restless energy.
Clara, the younger—a quiet, minimal presence, soft and observant.
Samuel was the instigator.
The chaos of the two.
Whatever Clara thought they shouldn't do…
He insisted they must.
And somehow, she found a spark of twisted fun in his rebellion.
Until the day… even samuel began to doubt.
It started innocently enough.
Samuel and Clara both went to the same school.
Clara needed things—a pencil, a bandage, a kind word—and Samuel always answered.
The protector.
But today, Samuel wanted something more…
A "secret party."
Clara denied.
Samuel insisted.
Being the bossy older brother, he dragged her along.
She thought it might be fun.
They arrived.
A decrepit building, hidden behind stacks of rusted cargo.
Inside…
Disco lights flickered.
Loud, pulsing music throbbed like a heartbeat gone mad.
Children liked noise.
Clara smiled at first.
But as they lingered, the air thickened.
Crowds of people—dancing, kissing, doing unspeakable things.
The atmosphere pulsed… unnatural… grotesque.
Their feet carried them further, drawn by curiosity.
Until…
A door labeled "pleasure pay."
Two children.
Too dumb, too innocent, too young to understand the meaning.
They entered.
And what they saw…
was a nightmare dressed in flesh.
Men and women…
Naked…
Engaged in acts so vile, so grotesque, that words failed to describe.
Clara froze.
Her small hand trembled as she pulled at Samuel's shirt.
"Let's go...please..."
Samuel…
Was stunned.
Eyes wide, mouth agape.
Some of the adults noticed.
Giggles.
Laughter, cruel and knowing.
They watched.
Some approached.
Others tried to entice.
"Come… join us…"
Their voices slithered into the air like venom.
A sick invitation.
To corrupt innocence.
Samuel finally snapped.
Gripped Clara's hand.
Ran.
The world outside was quieter than hell.
Back home… silence reigned.
Neither spoke of it.
Neither dared share the horror.
But the damage was already done.
Samuel…
His mind fractured.
His body betrayed him.
His lower body responded…disgusting,unwanted sensations.
He sobbed in shame, crawling himself like a broken thing.
Clara…
Confused.
Lost.
Her tears fell endlesslyas she tried to processthe unspeakable truth.
They did not yet know…
This was only the beginning.
Because once Lust tasted innocence…
It never let go...