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"She leaves Dracula’s Castle like she’s done in centuries past...it's midnight...bats swirl around her voluptuous canvas...hissing...making love to her one more time...sending silent murmurs that only a witch can feel...she inhales their breath...She feeds from their thirst...She gets inside her black car...drives down Hell Mountain...the music's loud...Something from 1349’s “Hellfire”…She thinks of Her next victim...She's been thinking about it since she got up...presses the shiny metal pedal...and crosses the bridge...She trembles in the coldness of her desires...and feels again the hunger that has led her to all those sacrifices...Aahhhh....all that Blood...all that craziness...madness...takes hold of her...She's ready to let go like she’s done for Ages...to let cravings rape her once more...To open her tormented soul to her own kind of Heaven...to her own kind of bliss...No one could ever understand...
Just one...just one...She has felt it before...She doesn't believe it to be true...so she shakes the mere abomination of her feelings...stops the car in front of the place that leads to her desires coming true night after night...desires that she wants to take home...so bad...so bad.. But they always end in death...Bloody darkness...Black...endless void...but the Hunger never stops…
There is a place within...that lets the Beast run wild...makes her fly...like a mad dragon in the cold black night...She steps inside her own wonderland...and struts...ever so gently...ever so provocative...ever so demonic…everyone around feels drawn to her like pure Lust....pure horror.. They can feel the madness that surrounds The lady in black... Dancing to Type O negative... “Black No. 1” ...curves...passion...desire…hair like a whirlpool of flames...a concoction of alchemic proportions...dark...painted in blood...crimson sweat drops run through her orgasmic carcass...mesmerizing gaze...darkness incarnate… She walks as if through ruby glittering silk.....She's the Devil's daughter...…Every night I see her looking through my eyes.. into my innocent soul…Letting the rapture enter her scarlet veins…every night that I stare into her seducing and twisted gaze…she takes me to another dimension...
Her own Gothic Horror rapes her every night...

-Autumn Black

 

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