Crimson. That's what her name was, nothing special about her.
Her soul was as black as coal and her hair was as dark as the night sky. Her eyes were dark, warm and inviting in contrast to her empty soul.
Lips as red as ruby, curves as perfect as ever. She was your image of a perfect, sexy woman. Her voice was sultry, sensuous to men. She was no angel, she was the devil.
Her anger came from the fiery pits of hell, her sadness came from the bottom of the ocean. Her joy was non existant and she prided herself in her enigma. She was alluring.
