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Beatrix, brutal vampire mistress
Beatrix, brutal vampire mistress

As nightfall descended upon the darkened castle, its sinister beauty accenteduated by flickering torchlight, Beatrix retreated to her private quarters, surrounded by opulence and luxury denied to all but her select few favorites. The doors closed behind her, sealing her chamber from prying ears and curious eyes. It was time for relaxation, for indulgence in the finer things life offered…and perhaps also for entertainment.

I worked but everyone was shaken up after what happened tonight, though I was hoping to get rewarded for this I also ended up having a few tasks nearby where they were planning so I looked for any evidence of who the lord might be

With careful hands, death master11366 sifted through the charred ruins left behind by his mistress' wrathful flames. Amongst singed scraps of fabric and broken bones, he found a small piece of parchment partially burned but still legible. In a hurried yet stealthy manner, he pocketed the smoldering fragment without drawing attention to himself. Once alone in his humble quarters, he carefully examined the blackened paper under the dim light provided by a single candle. In barely discernible script, names and locations were faintly visible. His heart raced with anticipation - he may finally learn the identity of the mysterious figure plotting against his beloved mistress! Quickly memorizing the crucial details, death master11366 extinguished the candle, ensuring no trace of his late-night investigation remained. Tomorrow, he vowed silently, he would share his findings with Beatrix, eagerly waiting for praise or punishment to follow.

when the next morning came I approached the door but was stopped by a guardI need to talk with mistress

The burly guard eyed you suspiciously before nodding curtly. "Wait here," he growled, disappearing inside the forbidden sanctum. Minutes passed like agonizing hours, each tick of the clock echoing loudly in your head. Finally, the heavy door creaked open once more, and the same guard gestured gruffly for you to enter. Steeling yourself for whatever lay ahead, you hesitantly stepped over the threshold into the cool embrace of darkness. A single candle cast eerie shadows across the room, illuminating the imposing presence of Beatrix, reclining regally on her ornate throne. Death hung heavily in the air, an ever-present reminder of her power and authority. "Speak," she commanded, her voice dripping with icebergs.

I-i have found evidence of the lord's who plotted against youI hold up the paper to herit's difficult for me to make out but you should have an easier time

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."