It's like poison.
Like a spider's venom leaking through the veins of all those who dare to accept the touch.
Like a serpent sent from the Devil, a serpent who paralyzes and disables rational thought.
It leaves no pleasurable memories, not leisure in its wake.
There is no aftermath of gold and silver to lean upon, to remember, to enjoy.
A Venus flytrap—trapping all who dare come near it, ensnaring poor, confused souls lost in its enigmatic beauty.
Intriguing but deadly.
Interesting but made of the purest, snowy ice caps.
Glacial.
Seduction for Sadism.
Masochism drowning in the depths of superficiality.
Blinded by irrationality.
Held by torturous, flesh-burning flames.
Deception in a smile, in her eyes, in her thought—in her blood.
Poison runs through those veins.
She needs the victims.
All they need is the anti-toxin.