She vaguely recalled waking in the dead of night; the silence rampant throughout the manor, not a sound. With sleep-clouded eyes she saw a shimmering mist appear at the doorway a phosphorescence mass of dust that gradually evolved into the shape of a man. Her host, Baron Laski! He slowly approached the bed, coming closer until she could see his eyes; bright, hypnotic, with dancing flecks of red in the pupils. He stood there staring down at her for what seemed an eternity, before ghosting his way to the head of the bed and gently pulling back the coverlet.
Opening her gown with deft fingers, he let his eyes roam over her creamy shoulders and dark-tipped full breasts. His hypnotic gaze held her motionless as he lightly stroked each one in turn with supple fingers until she feared her nipples would burst with desire. Next he gently removed her gown and traced each curve and undulation of her naked body with a touch like gossamer. Spreading her accommodating and compliant legs, quivering with passion, his hands seemingly floated over the silky softness of her inner thighs. She felt growing lust, fully aware of what was certain to follow.
Deep-seated Catholic vows, and her spiritual morals told her to resist, yet in spite of these, or because of her lack of worldly knowledge, she found herself anticipating the lascivious release that she was certain he would bring about. When he lowered himself onto her she expected him to take her waiting body with his, but instead he nuzzled her neck. His lips drew back to reveal sharp teeth and when she felt his tongue flicking at her throat, she knew instinctively that his particular variety of lovemaking was a prelude to total ecstasy.
She felt the sharp pricking of her skin and her whole being was encompassed with a hedonistic feeling of surrender. Her mind was enveloped in a myriad of radiance, floating free of her body. She felt a re-dedication of her life, the ultimate surcease. The ending came swiftly and she precipitately glided into a world of darkness.