DEMONATRIX

By: Whispirah

Shadows filled the small room, of black stone. The circular room was small with no windows to peer into the outside world of light. The only openings were in the ceiling high above of the ground. The large, illuminated full moon reached it peek in the black sky, covering half the opening, giving the room its only vision of light. Black metal cubed cages surrounded the walls of the room; some stacked one on top of the other. Instead of animals, young men, in about their mid-twenties, lay down exhausted in each cage. All of them, naked but well built with good muscles but too tired to use them.

Just then, footsteps tapped along the stone floor. Another opening revealed itself by the moon’s radiate light. Stepping from the dark shadows, a beautiful young woman stood in the moon’s beams. Long white hair flowed back and forth down past her knees and around her body like a waterfall of foam, playing with the night’s cool breeze. Her tall, lanky body, sensuous to the touch, was wrapped up in tight leather that fit to her like a second skin. The, glossy, thin black cloth barely concealed her well-formed milky white breasts. Then the leather split apart and slithered up and down her body like snakes, wrapping themselves around her back, neck, and arms. The strips twisted down her smooth, flat stomach where it widened, covering her most sacred area. She also wore a pair of black leather four inch high heeled boots that slid up her long, smooth legs to her mid-thigh. At the left side of her waist hung a long black leather whip, blotches of dried blood stains covered the dangerous coil.

In her pale arms, the woman carried a young boy, naught but the age of 19, naked and asleep from exhaustion. She smiled wickedly down at the boy as she laid him within an empty cage along the wall. The woman then turned around and admired the beautiful collection she possessed, however she wasn’t satisfied for the collection wasn’t complete. Her piercing green eyes narrowed and twitched for she wanted the perfect man and would stop and nothing until she owned him. With her goal firmly, embedded in her mind, large black bat-like wings protruded from her bare, pale back drawing blood as they came forth, each wing reaching a span of 48 feet. The woman grinned and nodded a goodnight to her beautiful collection, then spreading her wings she flew upwards through the opening in the ceiling and out into the world of night and darkness, to find more of the one she seeks, her search becoming ever more endless.

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I wrote this for an English class, it was supposed to be just a description of monster I made up in my head, but this came out. I hope it's ok. Is it too dark?