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An excerpt for your reading pleasure from the Horror scene:

Copyright November 2009, Deidra LaDramaPrincess

As he chanted the words he closed his eyes and kept them closed until he had fully absorbed the words, until the words had been lifted, and swept up by the wind of the universe. She would be his, just like all the others, unable to leave. This was his love spell. This spell not only conjured undying love that hypnotized the lover, but it stirred tempestuous emotions in him. His eyes became bloodshot red. In an instant he was back inside of Lizette, his tongue buried deep inside of her. He fucked her pussy harder and faster. He growled and heaved inside of it. Soon she was coming but the feeling was short lived. She saw the fire in his eyes. He seethed with lust and rage both at the same time and then it all changed. He looked up at her face and whispered “I love you”. She spoke the same to him letting her head fall back to the pillow. Before she knew what was happening to her he was biting her flesh. He sunk his teeth in deep. The blood poured from her body like the river waters bursting through a dam. He dug deeper. His teeth cut like the blade of a machete into the layers of her body. She tried to scream but no sound came out as she writhed in a state of shock. He pulled and gnashed at her, sucking the blood from the pieces of her he had in his mouth. What was once a delicate flower had become the bloody mash of mounds of pulp that had been disintegrated by his poisonous saliva and gnawed by his jagged teeth. He sucked and he chewed and she begged for mercy, her screams like those of someone who had seen the face of the devil and who had been attacked by a raging animal. She tried to break free as his bloodshot eyes blackened like onyx, like smoked glass, instead of their normal golden color. He took one last bite from her putting all of the force in his body that reached back from generations ago to extend power to suck the life force from her. Then it all stopped. There was darkness, silence, and purdah from the violence.

He sat there in isolation by candlelight in the below ground room as he intensified his thoughts, envisioning, Lizette. His eyes glistened again, dark as midnight when there are no stars out. Time stood still for him, his spirit had become one with the universe that surrounded and engulfed him. As he focused his energy, he thought of the rapture she would be swept up into after this night. She would not be able to make a move without him. Whenever she needed to make a decision she would have to consult him first and if he was anything less than approving she would not act. He had cast this spell on so many before her and had overtaken their will and desire to live without his inclusion. Many had their conceptions about vodoun, many correct and many others terribly wrong. All one needed to do was believe. They had to believe with their soul that what they spoke would be true, and then they must wait.

Calmed down from his escape into the outer spaces of this world, Shareef ascended the steps that lead into the first floor of his home. He undressed as he took strides on the staircase leading up to the second floor from the wide open living space just beyond the front door of the house. By the time he had walked into his spacious, decked in white, bedroom, and flicked on the lights he was fully naked. The black, 7 inch thick, 11 ½ long dick that had hypnotized a number of women, swung low between Shareef’s legs, bouncing off of each thigh at every step he took. Stepping into the walk-in shower, he turned it on, letting the water from each of the 4 shower heads blast water onto his body. As he lathered his body with caress soap, Shareef closed his eyes. Flashes from his past blared and scorched in his mind. He heard her screams screeching as loudly as they were that night.

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