Down The Rabbit Hole They Go: Part 1
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Her silver metal serrated knife appears in her right hand. Her frigid bod over them all, straddling their spent forms. Cold eyes of soulless depravity watch them sleep. Their cunts against hers, their dicks inside her cunt, utterly spent and thinking she's broken. Insatiability against insatiability. She's ice cold yet melted with sweat that makes her bod shine.

It doesn't matter who or what sex. Man or woman, god, demon, angel, monster, undead, ghost. They're seeing now, they're feeling it now, the draining of her bod and of her touch. If they're not dead then that means they're chosen. Blake Knight watches them sleep, waiting for more she is. It's happening now with most not even seeing. They will all see soon enough and they will feel it.

They wonder what she is and what she wants. They think she's weak. When reality and the universe rejects ya, then that should be the clue. She's standing in the far reaches of madness, watching all the big bad horrors of madness do their thing. The Mother of Demons has forgone many of her other titles willingly and turned her back on her own kind and children. Another clue.

Reality and the universe rejects her, her name and very existence forgotten, wiped away and erased for the good of all, for the good of law and chaos and good and evil. For their own good. Another clue. Blake Knight feels them stir. She feels their loins awaken. She watches their eyes open, eyes that were previously filled with the green-eyed monster of jealousy. Her very flesh has almost healed from so many hands tearing her apart in want of her.

Her knife vanishes. Her hands behind her back. She plays these traits well, these traits of a succubus. It causes twisted feelings of love, desire and jealousy. So many want to break her, need to break her, Blake merely gives them a smile. They had slept, she still is at work. Now her hips start to move. Her gaze latches on to theirs, she draws them towards her, towards her very own little rabbit hole of reality itself. Where they gonna go? Time will tell.

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