Stories tagged “Elizabeth Bathory”
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Pride
As Elizabeth passed the burly executioner who was exiting the large, candle-lit bathroom, she saw that his eyes were wet. “How was she?” Elizabeth asked. The executioner was silent a moment. “I knew her,” he said finally. “And was she pretty?...
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Bathory
A castle. Deep, dark, grim. A countess, failing complexion and sadistic art Less than perfect skin; hideous and short of vitality Báthory dreamed of acquired youth. Young girl’s blood; heat and life Hung, alive and abandoned, Crimson ponds, a slit t...