She stands in the circle—tall, perfect, ageless. Her eyes glow, her smile soft and wicked. “You called for love… and gave your soul instead,” she whispers.
She moves toward you, fluid and swaying, every step a lure. You try to flee, but stumble back onto the altar.
She leans over you, smiling like a lover— but hungry like a predator.
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