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The Mistress of the Red Death
100 Faces in 100 Stories — No48
1 min readFeb 17, 2023
I knew my lord was not good for me — or anyone, really — but still I followed him from party to party as he wrecked havoc in the lives of the elite.
They called him the plague incarnate, and his skull-face mask struck terror inside men whose hearts had long ago shriveled with greed.
What made me stay? Perhaps it was how his kiss was so tender, as if I were the only one who swayed him with a haze of passion.
But he was not meant to be kept.
I would be just another victim of his cruelty someday.
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