Spellbound

Oh the wickedly delicious evil streak I possess amazes even me sometimes. I try and warn them not to annoy me, to just walk away. But they insist on partaking in a game in which they are so out of their league.

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What can I do, if one chooses to poke at a deadly tigress, don’t be surprised to find yourself her lunch. Are you stupid enough to think that just because I’m a petite, demure girl I can be out witted and fooled by you? You may have the brute strength, but I possess the cunning and boldness most men covet.

 I also have the gift of simply not giving a fuck about the pain and misery I inflict upon these worthless bits of flesh. It’s the oddest thing, it’s almost as if they’re drawn to me, knowing the harm that awaits them they still come.

I’ve been accused of putting them under a spell, using black magic, but no it’s simply their own weakness and blinding lust for me. I suppose I should be flattered and should owe them some bit of compassion….never.

Once I get a taste of blood, I cannot stop myself. My thirst for it is unquenchable, all I see is red. literally and figuratively. I become a machine and I cannot and will not stop until I consume ever last drop

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