Amitra Stories

the story of Elizabeth Bathory has been told in so many ways. Though never quite this way through her own eyes and the account of a young maid in her service.

The cell smelled of urine, feces and decay, the darkness was overwhelming, I'd been there for who knows how long. My memories began to get flooded with darkness, even m...

When we kissed it was like we were the only two on the planet. So magical, but when we pulled apart he looked funny, his face turned red and began clutching his chest a...