Pain, lust, desire are all primal basic urges and hunger. Some of us live in pursuit of these powerful urges-always seeking the rush of adrenaline from one moment to the next. Though, there is a different kind of pain, the kind that liberates the senses and the soul. Many see and fear me as a dominant sadist who thrills in the rush of inflicting terrible pain to others, who relishes in breaking the body and will of others.

Your heart burns for love My soul burns for blood I'll take you, I'll break you I'll crush you, I'll break you If you want me, I'll need you I'll kill you, feed from you I'll take you down that road That leads to destruction Come and take a walk with me

If I am such a monster, then why does many seek me and seek to pass through my hands knowing the power I am capable of? There is a duality in all of us. We all carry that darkness deep inside that cries for the tempted forbidden. Many of us keep it hidden, though some helplessly give into it, getting lost; while a few are able to find a balance between one's own savage lustful needs and cold personal detachment. Those that has that balance bear the honor of being called Dominants.

Being a vampire, I must still feed. My Heart has come to terms in my feeding habits. We just have an understanding that there is no copulation under any conditions at all with my prey an blood toys--which suits me well. Blood indeed taste best when it is laced with fear. The greater the fear and pain, the better the feast. You see, fear and pain are interesting little things, they cause adrenaline to rush through the blood. Once my prey is sexually aroused, hormones are release into the blood stream, adding that fine taste of seasoning. These are the two things that make a meal taste like the finest of vintage wines. I do not need an intercourse to arouse my preys sexually. This is something any true dominant knows. I know the weak points of my toys or, in my case, my meals.

Image copyrighted to appropriate artist. Where the angels fear to tread Kiss the flame, feel the pain In the furnace of our love I can't feed my hunger Your youth makes me younger I'll hurt you, desert you Turn your dreams into nightmares I'll cheat you, I'll eat you I'll maim you, I'll drain you

This is my own personal domain in the Stonehaven Fortress- the Red Room- fondly named by my spouse. Do not think of me as a "sweet" married man or tender for having my own children. I am still capable of inflicting much pain and damage to any soul and being, no matter who it may be.

My tastes may be simple, but the Red Room is not. There are deep grooves in the deep red marble floor-- no need for blood to puddle the floor. Whips, daggers, chains and other varous torture implements are all spread in an artistic manner along the red wooden walls. In between the walls are sound proof barriers that quiets any screams that may come from the terrible domain. The walls themselves are monolothic in their thickness. Though even with the stretch of muscle and bone beyond their natural breaking point, the screams of pain dolls and blood dolls can be heard even if muffled. Along with the many torture tables, platforms and chairs, my favorite peice is an old stoned T-bench with gold manicles on all corners. It helps to keep my prey's legs wide open for a taste. There is no bed here. This is not a chamber set up for the comfort of my guests, but fashioned to meet my needs and expectations. After all this is my feeding chamber.

Image copyrighted to appropriate artist. Come to me, come to me To the dark side where love sleeps I'll hurt you, you'll love me I'll scratch you, I'll cut you You'll kiss me, then miss me I'll laugh at your torment I'll have you, and own you Be hard and cold to you I'll be your dark angel I'll be your worse nightmare

If you seek a pleasant conversation over a goblet of fine wine, this is not the place for such. If you cross the threshold, you will enter a world where the flesh and physical sensation is pushed dangerously to its limits. Do not seek to play with the Devil lest you are ready to experience such terrible pain of flesh and emotions...

Concept of the Red Room or La Salle Rogue is the coshared intellectual propery of Grizell E. Blessing B. (GEBB) and PA and is procted under international copyright law, © 2001 - 2002. Concept of Donatien Alphonse Francois de Sade, Louis, and all related materials are the intellectual property of PA and are protected under interantional copyright law, © 1997 - 2002. Concept of the Imaji Realm and all associate materials are the intellectual property of GEBB and are protected under international copyright law, © 1990 -2002. Lyrics are copyrighted to Incubus Succubus and are from the song Vampyre Erotica.