FATAL ALLURE

“With skin composed of gold, she is a pillar of beauty—a precious ruby to the onlooking eye. Men flock at her feet, tails in between their legs. They whisper sweet, meaningless pleads for her attention. But yet they fall flat to deaf ears. Scorn burns like fire from the pit of her chest. She bathes in each agonizing moan of her victims as the tears that fall from her eyes cut like the knife that punctured her heart first.“ - Written by Madyson Janae