[ The rain was puring down outside as I lay in my bed, woken from sleep once again. I sighed, rolled over as the lighting struck loud as if it was inside the room, and froze when I saw what was standing in my bedroom door way. It was a man..I think. Thoug

The rain was puring down outside as I lay in my bed, woken from sleep once again. I sighed, rolled over as the lighting struck loud as if it was inside the room, and froze when I saw what was standing in my bedroom door way. It was a man..I think. Though it didnt have and genitals for me to be certin. The body was muscular, lean and mean. If it were just a man I would have welcomed it into me bed. But it wasnt. His hands were Covered in a light fur, fingers extended into long razor sharp claws, his feet were much the same. He had wings covered in black feathers that looked like silk. Hors curved from his forhead drawing attenting to his hair. Black as his feather falling to his waist like a dark waterfall. At first glance you would think he were humon, when you looked again you saw he was far from it. His eyes were just black pupils, no iris, just blackness that seemed to swim inside of him, trying to leakout through his eyes. I stared into his eyes and felt the fear was over me, then the itching urge to get up and touch him. To run my hands over him human perfecting, long lean legs, rock hard abbs, chiseled chest. But it was the monsterous part of him that made me stay. One moment I would picture running my fingers though his silken hair, then a paicture of him slashing my through with his claws flashed behind my eyes. In that moment I relized who he was, Belle Morte, Beautiful Death. He had been appearing all over the country seducing wemon and taking them to his castle in the depths of hell. Or so they say, I hadnet even believed in him untill this very moment. Only one women had escapped him, then died the next day from eternal bleeding. But she had told a reporter that he came to her in the night and seduced her. She said when she looked into his eyes she couldnt look away, couldnt tell him no, couldnt fight him. She said he rapped her, but at the same time he didnt. Said her body had been saying yes but her mind was saying no. They went into detail on the news how his hair caressed her body as he did it, how she could smell nothing but cinnamin, hear nothing but his voice inside her head. Then she passed out and when she woke up she felt like she had been tossed inside an inferno. After that she blacked out and the next thing she knew she was inside a hospetle coming out of a comma. In the stories it is said that where ever he goes caous follows.  
I stared into those eyes, like a black sea, and found I couldnt look away. He stalked twards me and I didnt back off, I watched him come. I was even eager, then scared.There is a meaning to his name, Beautiful death, he was made of beauty of course but only death follows him. I tried to think of something other than his body as he stalked twords the bed. When I tried to pull my mind away from him I became aware of the whispers inside my mind... 'Il suo corpo ed il mio. Nelle profondità di inferno. Baciare la sua vita lontano la porterò con me. Il suo corpo ed il mio'... The harder I tried to think the louder the voices got. He was on top of me now, slidding my nightie up my thighs to my waist. He placed a hand on my thigh and leaned into me. The hand moved slowly up my side, caressing me gently as our lips touched. The moment was so perfect, so right. Suddenly, I relized he was controling me, he would rape me, I feared it and was anticipating it all the same. For one puzzeled moment I wondered how he wold do it, with no genitals and all. Then right before my eyes He started to grow a perfectly sculptured manhood. My beath caught, sexula tension rode in the air, and I wanted to ride him till morning. Or rather my body did, my mind was screaming for a way to escape. His words continued to whisper inside my head, chanting. The same moment he thrust into me my eyes shut tight. Belle Morte froze. And I shut him out of my mind. He jerked away from my as if I slapped him and I chose that moment to scramble off the bed away from him. A growel trickeled from his throat and I saw a pair of perfect white kannies. He was suddenly in front of me, I hadent even seen him move. One moment he was at the foot of the bed the next he was looking down at me, hand raised and ready to strike. Hia hand came down stirking the side of my face, but I didnt feel any pain. I was laying on the floor, belle Morta standing over me. And then the Darkness washed over me....


I woke up slowly from a dreamless sleep. Sweat trickeled pver every part of my bady. My lips were parched and my throat dry. My skin was screaming from an inteance heat and my eyes flew open out of panic. Fire blazed all around the bed I lay apon, but not touching me. I sat up, breathing hard from exaustion, and looked around.There wasnt much to see but fire. I turned around and froze a scream ripping rom my throught. Belle Morta walked out of the fire like it was a light fog. He came to me and stopped at the bed. I opened my mouth and closed it when I couldnt speak. I licked my lips and tried again.
"Where am I?" I asked in a harsh whisper.
"Le profondità di inferno," He said in perfect Itallian. I suddenly wished I had pain more attention in high school. I searched the back of my mind but could translate anything but Inferno, Hell.
"Why?" I asked tears welding up behind my eyes.
"Lei me ha rifiutato!"He spat. "Dunque adesso lei spenderà un'eternità come il mio schiavo." I shook my head not understanding. He cocked his head to one side and looked like he was thinking. Whe he looked back to me hs said in a roughly acented voice.
"Hell, you are in hell. You are my slave now." Perverted bastard was the first though that came to mind. Fuck off was the second.
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