In the shadows of the room she waits to make her move. She watches him, calculatinIn the shadows of the room she waits to make her move. She g and wondering if he is her true love. Her life is so cold and empty without love.
If only he knew how desperately she needs him, needs his love. Teasingly, she walks across the room. The candlelight flickers romantically across the room. The setting is perfect. He is the one. She knows it…
She catches a glimpse of his wedding ring. He thought he had hidden it, but there it is. He is supposed to be the one. Why is he doing this to her? She can’t take another woman’s husband. When will it be her turn? What about her desires?
Anger rips through her body; rage consumes her very being. She moves swiftly, her vengeance final. Poison flows from her fangs. The rest is a blur. She will make this cheating bastard suffer just like he made her suffer. Fair is fair after all. She gives a new meaning to the phrase “killer sex.”