Élegance, poise, pride and posture; a
Virtuous angel, as every mademoiselle should be, but nevertheless, a vixen in disguise...
Enchanted by the maiden’s curse, the prince bowed low to kiss her delicate paw.
Never would he have comprehended the Bedlam from within…
The glossy fangs that sparkled in the candlelight of her boudoir,
And the blood-lust circling her hollow ribcage like ravenous piranhas...
In a frenzy of beastly hunger, she devoured his tender throat with such sensuous delight;
Love’s deadly spell.
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