They say she is mad - utterly mad, with a beautiful face and a sadistic mind. They say she breaks men for fun, that she wears leather and lace, and paints her lips red. They say she carries a meat cleaver bound to her thigh, that she killed a man, that she see's shadows in the dark and they call her name.
They say he is dangerous -so superstitious for an educated man. But he wields a pistol and a rosary, says prayers both to God and Lucifer in the same breath, just in case one isn't listening. They say there are marks on him from Death's early claim on his soul.
He is the only one that can help her. The shadows are looming closer, the voices are growing louder, and she is the door on which a legion is knocking. But if he is to help her - if they are to help each other - they must submit to their own ever darkening desires.
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