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In a contented manner she sits by the bonfire |
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Sanctimoniously thanking you for the hospitality |
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Her treacherous intentions as cold as the occasional gusts of wind kissing your back |
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You mistake the twinkle in her eyes for pure warm-heartedness, and have no premonition of their effect on you. |
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A bleak smile flickering on her lips, she beholds you with algid satisfaction, as in her sinister mind, you become her prey, her treasure, a sacrifice on the altar of her own lust. |
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Cursed and sacred, this arcane exercise, disembodied fiend waving through her gaze. Being a virtuoso of deceit and facetiousness, she leaves you with no chance of escape |
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From what is happening in your mind. |
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She hasn't come to crush your bones, nor tear your flesh. |
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She has come to steal your sanity with just one glance. |
