She’d always had some unconventional habits and often enjoyed the darker side of sexuality. To her surprise, her boyfriend loved her dominating threats and would often submit as she played with knives or weapons. Tonight, she’d chosen an axe, unaware the night would end in blood.As she wielded the weapon above her boyfriend wearing her pretty maid outfit, he gave her a knowing smile. The sudden break in the role play made her giggle and as she laughed, she lost control. She shrieked in horror as the axe fell before her, instantly slicing her boyfriend’s body. Struggling, he moaned in pain as he took his final breath.She looked down at the blood. Shuddering, she realised she liked what she saw and picked up the bloody axe. Her role play had been taken to a whole new level. As her tongue grazed the dripping metal, she wanted more and softly mumbled in excitement as she planned her next kill.
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Pain and Agony
No-one wants to be used, but that’s exactly what this being will do. Often described as a corrupted soul, it traps itself in human bodies, sticking around until it finds a ‘better’ opportunity.The soul simply wants a human to do it’s bidding, usually for evil. Once it has conducted its despicable deed, it will have no further use for the human and decide to leave. That’s when the pain begins.Starting as a burning sensation, it could easily be passed off as heartburn, however the truth is so much worse. The pain will strengthen, tearing at the muscles, breaking each joint one by one as the body is slowly ripped apart. In the final days, the skin will begin to tear as the soul works it’s way out, leaving the body behind like trash.Only when the body has been completely torn to pieces will the soul move on to it’s next victim.
Spirit Box
It’s been hidden away for centuries, gathering dust in the attic of the old Edwardian manor. Until recently, that is. The house was renovated just a year ago and was recently sold to a young family.During a game of hide and seek, the family’s youngest son had located the box. Opening it, he saw nothing and cast it aside. That’s when everything started to change.He became quiet and withdrawn, only mumbling inaudibly, as if conversing with the air in front of him. Within days, he had vanished. Police searched to no avail, the boy could not be found.One night, his parents awoke to the sound of their son screaming. Running to his bedroom, the cried appeared to come from under the bed.What did they find under his bed? The spirit box.The couple shortly disappeared, and the box was sold at auction along with the house. Who knows where it’ll end up?
Sweet Blood Flower
She was beautiful. In the dark, it was easy to conceal the cuts that scarred her body, making it easy to lure in young men. She was sweet, friendly and so perfectly stunning, guys knew she was something special, but she judged them through a simple task – if they gave her a flower, they lived, if they didn’t, they died.She knew this was an unfair game, but after losing her life and roaming as an undead temptress, she didn’t care. She’d witnessed the changing of the times. Courting today did not appear to be the way it once was. There was no romance and she wanted to teach these men to be chivalrous.Often, men would arrive for a date with roses, wanting to spoil the beauty they had snared. However when they didn’t, she’d take them home. They’d think they were getting lucky, how wrong they were. As she brutally wounded the men who couldn’t spare a flower, she felt pride, deciding she was making the world a more romantic place.
Witchy Sexy
With her sleek black dress, long, seductive hair in a stunning jet black hue, you’d be forgiven for thinking this raven-esque goddess was a supermodel, not a witch.Her fascination with the occult has led countless man to a path of insanity. She’d regularly cast love spells or sex charms, luring men to please her in whatever way she decided.Unsurprisingly, they’d fall for her within seconds, losing their minds with desperation. After having her way with them, each man would be cast aside, warned never to return. That was her one rule. She wanted control, and vowed to destroy any man who demanded anything more of her.Some were prepared to take the risk, sacrificing themselves for one more night with the witch. She’d cast painful spells, laughing as her victims writhed in agony, before finally ending their lives with a flash of blue light.The moral of the story? Temptation may be delicious, but one taste could be fatal.