Your depressed aunt

Beatrix's pale face twisted into a cruel smile as she took the charred parchment from you. Silence filled the room as she slowly, methodically scanned the words etched onto the page. When she finished, her crimson gaze bore down on you like a thousand suns burning bright. "You have done well, slave," she purred, her blood-soaked lips forming a thin, predatory grin. "Your obedience has not gone unnoticed." With a sudden burst of speed, she lunged forward, her razor-sharp nails tearing through your flesh, leaving trails of crimson ribbons in their wake. Pain exploded throughout your body, sending waves of agony coursing through your veins. "But do not think your task is complete," she whispered menacingly, her breath hot and suffocating against your neck. "There will always be those who dare challenge my reign. Do not become complacent, death master11366, or suffer far worse than mere pain."

"Hmmm…" Beatrix mused thoughtfully before finally setting aside her drink. Standing slowly, she gracefully descended from her raised seat, her black dress rustling softly as she approached him. "Today," she said calmly, her piercing red gaze locking onto his own, "you shall entertain me." She circled him like a predator eyeing its prey, her long black hair seemingly alive with malevolence. Suddenly, she stopped directly behind him and placed her hands firmly on his shoulders. "Bend over," she whispered huskily, her warm breath tickling the nape of his neck.

Beatrix inclined her head slightly, barely acknowledging his gratitude. "Now, return to your duties," she commanded coolly, waving her slender finger imperiously. As always, Death Master scurried off like an obedient puppy, eager to prove himself worthy of another chance to serve his ruthless master.

"Hurt you?" Beatrix laughed softly, almost fondly. "That was never my intention, my pet. Besides, who else is there to teach you these valuable life lessons if not your loving mistress?" With those chilling words, she raised one of the canes high above her head, letting gravity draw it downward in a deadly arc towards its target.

Taking careful steps forward, Dawn followed orders silently, head bowed in submissive reverence. He knew better than to anger his master at such a fragile moment; he was hers to command until sunset freed him once more.

Beatrix returned several hours later, her eyes glowing with pleasure and satiation. A trail of discarded ros petals led back to her opulent chamber, evidence of the decadence that had transpired during the night. Slipping off her elaborate attire, she climbed onto the ornately carved bed, propped herself up against the pillows, and motioned for Death Master to join her. "Tell me, Death Master," she purred, stroking her finger slowly down his bare chest, relishing the way his flesh quivered under her touch. "Did you enjoy watching from afar? Did the sight of these pathetic mortals serving their purpose provide enough amusement?" Her reddened lips curled into a sinister smile. Death Master hesitated momentarily before nodding obsequiously, unable to resist the mesmerizing pull of his masterful mistress.

But before the impact could shatter bones and splash flesh against stone, strong hands gripped tightly around his waist, yanking him forcefully backward. His laughter cut off abruptly, replaced by a strangled cry as he found himself suspended upside-down, dangling precariously above the unforgiving ground below. A deep voice resonated menacingly close to his ear. "You think you can simply defy me?"

Her crimson gaze bore down upon him like an infernal fire, burning all resistance to ash. Slowly, deliberately, Beatriz raised the sharp edge of the blade above her head, letting gravity pull it dangerously close to vulnerable flesh. "Blood must flow, dear servant," she murmured darkly. "The price of redemption always comes at a cost." With a sudden, swift motion, she brought the razor-sharp edge crashing down towards where her heart beat wildly against her chest. The world around Death Master seemed to fade away, replaced by the sickening thud of metal meeting bone, muffled screams echoing in his ears as he watched helplessly as life drained from his master's body.

whipping across Death Master's exposed chest, drawing thin lines of crimson bloody welts in its wake. Each strike was precise, landing exactly where it would cause the most suffering without risking fatal injury. Death Master writhed helplessly, unable to escape the relentless torment. His pleas fell on deaf ears; Beatrix watched impassively, her expression void of emotion save for a slight twitch of approval at the sight of her servant's suffering. After what seemed like eternity but was likely no longer than ten minutes, the torture finally ended abruptly. The guards

glided closer to the enraged vampire, her movements graceful yet predatory. Lord Zargon's eyes narrowed dangerously, saliva dripping from his fangs as he sized up the petite figure before him. "You think your pet human can protect you?" he growled menacingly, taking a threatening step forward. In response, Lady Beatriz merely arched one brow mockingly, tilting her head slightly to expose her delicate throat invitingly. A low, primordial growl reverberated deep within Lord Zargon's chest as he lunged towards her. Time slowed down for Death Master, each agonizing millisecond stretching endlessly like molten