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She comes to me as my body lies in that state most call sleep. Her pallid flesh is cold as the
depths from which she came, her eyes burn like two embers in the darkness. I am afraid, but my body will not move. I can
only watch as she comes to my bed, naked lust painting its outlines on this face of evil.
I try to scream, but I no longer
control my body. I stand outside and can not return. I can only watch as this wife of Satan performs her mmarriage ritual
with my body.
The two bodies cease their writhing and my body is still. The mate of Mephistopheles rises, her desires
sated, and is gone.
I have again entered my body, for I hear the alarm ring, and wonder if I shall ever sleep peacefully
again.
© Richard
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