The thrill of his fangs upon my neck,

My heart beat quicker with the scent of his breath.

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Whispering sweet nothings in my ear,

The creature spoke a language laden in fear;

“Your heart 💜 is mine, Child, forevermore;

Tonight I give you the Scourge’s Kiss, the liking of which is eternal bliss.

With this knot I bind thy feet;

In the Temple of Babalon tonight you shall sleep;

In the morning you shall awaken as a babe,

The Red Goddess adorns your naked body as I stare;