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The Lady Temptation

Another weary traveler stumbles through the broken, rusty gates that creak in the slight breeze.

She awakens with a gasp.

The exhausted man looks up scanning the overgrown, wild hedge maze before him. He groans in frustration.

She sees him on the screen before her. She sighs with pleasure, watching him begin the maze. Knowing he is in way over his head. Her glossy emerald-shaded lips form a slow, malicious smile.

The man knows he’s been through this part of the maze before. He keeps seeing the same blood-red roses around him, their smell slowly seeming to intoxicate him.

She rises from her silk-covered throw pillows, clothed in scarlet gauze, chuckling to herself as she leaves her dark & spacious lair. She presses a button she leaves.

Suddenly, he sees an opening, he runs for it. He enters a clearing full of bones. The stench of rot fills his nose. A woman comes from nowhere. She is beautiful and so innocent-looking. The stench is replaced by perfume.

“Take my hand.” She whispers gently.

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