Kudamaro Stories

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 my name began to turn into nothingness. Charisma, I began to repeat, but as time went on it disintegrated Chari Ch C-7582-001, my prison number began to take its place.

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.