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I plead silently to her as I lay there staring at my lonely reflection, feeling her cold hands press my flesh as one would a piece of meat before devouring it a piece at a time. Addicted to her touch, intoxicated by her smile, begging her to suck my life, her sustenance. Incapable of movement, held by her horrific beauty, her dark endless eyes and deathly pale skin. Long since having removed all protections from her fatal attractions, my chains from silver to gold, all signs of my religion so thoroughly washed from my home as to make me wonder if they had been there at all. The spice now gone from my palate has returned in abundance to the living of the last few days of my life. Night after night, I watch my reflection fade as she sucks my life, and infuses me with the cheap variation she calls her own. Until, a mere shadow of my former self, I leave the ranks of mortals for an eternity of damnation, trapped in my lifeless body. Yearning for the hunt.