I am looking at someone I no longer recognise in the full length mirror in Sammael’s bathroom.
My long black hair in loose flowing waves, topped with my black diamond and ruby crown reaching towards the ceiling in spiralled points. The violet of my eyes emphasised by the smokey eye shadow and black eyeliner and deep red lips swollen and full from Sammael’s roughness.
The black lace clinging to every curve, the low plunging v neckline almost indecent on the curve of my breasts. The stilettos lengthening my legs sexily flashing with the thigh high split.
The girl in the mirror looked every bit the princess of Hell. Dangerous and sexy and powerful. Inside I felt none of those things.
Sammael walks in from the other room he has not disturbed me as I got ready. He walks up behind me and
