GRAPHIC VIOLENCE
"He waited all evening for the old man. He finally rang up the shop. He even walked over to it and banged on the door though he could see no one was inside.
Then he stormed back to his hotel. After smoking incessantly he went to sleep.
It was during the night that it happened. Someone came into his room, he heard the rustling but that was all he heard for he had been drugged. Whatever it had been was in the mint left on his bed. The mint he had just before retiring.
When he opened his eyes he saw a woman covered in blood. Her back was to him but she turned and smiled at him, her teeth becoming as red as the rest of her.
It was when she reached for a cloth to wipe her face that he recognized her. "You're--!"
He wavered for he felt weak. It was then that he looked down to see he was in his bath.
How red the water looked! He screamed for he understood what had happened.
He was cut all over. There didn’t seem to be much of his body that hadn’t been sliced open.
“In life it was maiden’s blood I bathed in, now in death it is anyone’s I fancy and I fancied you as a matter of fact. And now I shall show you how much!”
She moved to caress him and as she did, she kissed him, “You will die now with a kiss and the lips of Countess Bathory upon your dying flesh…"
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