my dying bride catherine blake

So vile mens torment was truly a pleasure A plan that would change mankind for ever more Catherine Blake slept fitfully in the summer night. In the heat. she murmured gently and moved smoothly, this way and that. Oh, the beauty. Her luscious eyes, delicate fingers, clawed at her sodden bed. Catherine smiled. Took a fabulous breath of summer air and tasted death. Die Erorians visit had been succesful, rewarding. with nights of female screams of whimpers