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I see her. She is here, near me. My Mistress LaSombra. Granted, this
is in
my dreams and in my mind, but in a sense, it's still a reality for
me. The
way she taunts and teases me. The way she moves, the way she smells.
She
touches me and my skin crawls. He fingernails are long. They are as
clear as
crystal. As delicate looking as glass. Yet as sharp and deadly as
razors.

She drags them across my skin, splitting my flesh open. I see her
struggle
not to devour me immediately. She just smiles as her fangs slip past
her
lips like pearlescent, ivory daggers. I can -feel- her hunger. Her
raging
beast, waiting to be let loose and wreak havoc upon my mortal flesh
like a
ravenous blood sick creature.

I want her to give me love, but she wants to give me death. She tells
me our
love is death. Her eyes burn red hot, like crimson orbs of seduction
and
pain. She wants to share with me. Her vision of oblivion. It is to
become my
dream made true. Though she is my nightmare and she knows it. My
Mistress
LaSombra.

She runs her serpentine tongue along the contours of my severed and
torn
flesh. Consuming the scarlet rivers that soak the caramel earth of my
skin.
Like a nasty, hot sun, drying up an ocean, and leaving a dark, cold
desert
in it's evil, predatory wake.

On instinct, I resist at first, but her brutal strength forbids me
from
turning my back to her destiny. And the fate she holds for me. She
kisses my
lips. I taste my life, as it slips away upon her evil mouth. The only
comfort is her sadistic, malevolent grin. I'm her prey.

Tears begin to well up in my eyes. She smiles and laughs at my fear.
My
pain. My misery. My weak, fragile body, my short, numbered mortal
years. I
am -nothing- to her. Insignifigant human flesh. But she will save me.
She
-wants- to help me. To show me. I love her. And she loves me. And
because
she loves me, she will, kill me.

I am pulled into her embrace. I can feel her cold flesh suck the
warmth from
my bleeding body. Then she opens her jaws, gaping wide and clamps
down on my
throat viciously. I scream as I feel the tissue and muscle spasm and
lock up
hard, before being torn to shreds. I look out of the corner of my
eyes, just
as she pulls away from my neck, as if anticipating my gaze. She
wanted to
see the sheer terror and horror on my face. Riddled with pain and a
deep
underlying lust. She smiled. She kissed me again, swirling my blood
over my
lips, forcing her tongue into my mouth. She told me to truly taste
death, I
must savor my own first.

She then thrusts her horrifyingly long fangs, ferociously back into
my open
neck. This time, she simply lets my crimson essence, the blood of my
life,
drain slowly into her evil mouth. I can almost hear my blood,
splashing into
the back of her throat, like some scarlet waterfall of lust, hunger
and
pain. Hear her, almost gurggle in a mocking way, laughing as my blood
filters down her devils throat.

Beyond the light, I see nothing. But oceans of everlasting darkness.
There,
lay all my pain, all my fears. My torment. She promises to take them
all
away. She will burn like a dark sun, and she will suck dry, the black
sea in
my soul. Only to fill it with an empty void. An abyss of shadows.
Where
there is nothing left, but her.

She digs her razor sharp claws into the base of my spine, while she
embraces
me. One by one, slowly severing each and every nerve ending. She
whispers in
my mind, that soon, I will forget pain. And that death and myself,
will be
two ships, passing blindly in the night. Sailing upon an ocean of
darkness,
all I'll ever know, is her.

My Queen of Shadows and Blood. My Nightmare of living death. My
Mistress. My
LaSombra. She calls my name. And I open my eyes. Yet I still see her.
I
still struggle by my torn, bleeding throat.

In my pending death, can you hear the exquisite music she makes? Her
orchestra, of corruption. Her symphony, of the night. The art she
makes,
from my bleeding flesh. She promises to illuminate my darkness.
Slowly, my
shadow fades. She consumes me.

My dream, now an endless nightmare. My love, turned to rage. My lust,
turned
to hatred. Who are you, Mistress LaSombra? And what have you done to
me.


Maligno SlaughterVein


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