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| Deciding then to find out more, I managed to contrive a way in which to draw her out and trap her in my gyve. I lured her to my father's study, under pretense crabbed, simple woman that she was, followed, then I nabbed. Once the burd was in my grasp, I hotly questioned her; coerced the jay with threats of pain, like an Inquisitor. Under duress, she did confess the carnal coxcomb's name, which I then brought to that grim spot on the even preordained. Having freed my prisoner, assuming that she followed, I schemed to bleed her in oblation at that site unhallowed. Feigning ignorance of her chase, proceeding as I'd planned, counting her to interfere, my blade lay at close at hand. Watching me prepare the rite from a nearby nook, I heard her bated breaths of fright, as quietly she shook. When ready for the summoning, I pulled her form her sconce and listened to her puling wails with cold insouciance. I slit her throat from ear to ear and threw her on her face, remembering to keep my stance within the circled space. Abundantly, her blood did flow through gurgle-ridden cries, as she attempted to implore me with astonished eyes. I looked upon this ghastly scene, and she that I had slain, sublunary brilliance frosted all in hilights most immane. Then about my circle's edge there formed a pale of umber. Spectral figures fenced me in, legion in their number. Some swarmed round the lifeless keek, tho' not daring to touch. Others licked the growing pool of blood, which left a smutch. Suddenly, the hellish host parted to make way for their stygian mistress, whom over them bore sway. She drifted by them as they sank, prostrate, to the floor; wheedling and cringing back, away from the blood spoor. |