SOME DARK IMAGES TO KEEP YOU COMPANY IN THE LONELY HOURS OF YOUR WEEKEND
Ritual
Images surface slowly, understanding invades her mind... These awful creatures surrounding her, are definitely not her kind. Hard bed on which she finds herself, scant comfort to be found... Desperate terror escalating now, she finds that she is bound. Both feet and hands denied to her, course hands will have their way--- Rough caresses are unnerving her, she doesn't wish to stay.
Wide eyes widen further still, her gaze rests upon the knife... Ancient avatar may be the messenger, that abruptly ends her life. Vacant faces look away from her, foul caresses now desist... His visage appears above her, she is powerless to resist. Taking up the vicious weapon, he lays cold steel upon her breast.... Her frantic thoughts try calming her, using memories she loves best.
Shifting organs hasten to accommodate, this invasion by his blade... Won't he please use ample caution, as he continues to invade... Those secret places so deep in her, fragile structure does despair... Uncaring movement of his hand...she no longer hopes....he doesn't care. Something ripping deep inside of her, sweet breath must now depart... Soft gasp is all she manages, as he gently removes her heart.
She walks alone in darknes, disdaining sight.....perceiving worlds undiscovered, she claims the right... To wander where she will, spell caster...fatal charms arresting ...her own soul's master. Admirers, some cautious...bold ones wishing to hold her tight...impudent souls kept in a jar, by her maiden's bed at night. Some regard her as evil, others avoid her path...scurrying dwellers living here, simply don't incur her wrath.
Drawn by the moon, delicious silver light...change tingling in her bones, she wishes to run tonight. Blood images form behind her eyes, desperate cravings dark result...excitement whining through her veins, human feelings, cruel insult. Powerful sinews thickening, sliding--desire churning...changes sought and found tonight, urgent needs forever burning... Reveling in this killing form, screaming desires at the moon...passion rising by the second, savagery commencing soon.
Fleeting images urgently demanding...disires' insatiable longing commanding... Growling low she starts the game, changeling tissues exhulting...fevered lusting growing sweeter, orgasmisic ripples resulting.., As human nectar fills her mouth, locked in passion's throes...first kill tonight, not satiated---perverted carnal lusting grows. Woeful keening fills the wood, deceitful moon is gone....too quickly over, appetite not appeased---unsatisfactory dawn.
She walks alone in darkness, disdaining sight.... Revelling in sweet secrets....she knows she owns the night.
have a wicked week 
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