She swept alongside the riverboat, bare feet hovering above the water, her row of white teeth entrenched in mist that lifted from the river’s face.

The first cabin she entered was filled with five souls. Sidling, she fell upon the closest sleeping women. In half a second, the wraith engulfed her like a stifling blanket, power of sexual hunger surging through and in and out. The Lady raped the dormant soul unawares, and left the form.

The creaking of the riverboat’s deck cried under the spirit foot of the Lady. She entered all the rooms drawn by scent, and absorbed all sexuality, soul, and spirit with her short suck of passion.

The ravished girls continued in sleep, deadened corpses. Their tears were consumed and gave birth in the galls of the Lady Rapist.

The river beckoned in swirling resistance, covering her head as she dipped out of sight, her appetite appeased until the next ladened vessel.