Strangle her-- bond her-- slice her with your sword! She has been a whore, just look how she is dressed. So much uncovered skin! She bares so much lipstick and eye shadow, she must be the wife of Lucifer
She speaks in tongues, has hair of fire, and a voice of smoke. Her body holds millions of ink veins though her blood. Each showing her love to Lucifer! Her name starts with an 'S', though she calls herself She-Wolf. She's got that scent of a fine woman in heat, and has the charm of any school girl. Her eyes are soft, yet glossy like the glasses of whine we hold in our hands. She will seduce any man. And will hold him for swindle. She lures onward her victims, with a subtle kiss, the bat of her eyes, and then she walks away for them to follow.
Upon her lips drips the red stain of blood. Her body transforms into a Lycanthrope and you are her next meal. She rips your heart out using one claw at a time. reaches in to grab it and pulls it from your ribs. She holds it high above you as you are slowly bleeding to death. The pain is tremendous. She lets go and you watch your heart be crunched between her sharp teeth. She grabs your body and uses it for her fun. A few times of sex, and then she's on the run.
© 2011 S. D. Blankenship
