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Torches placed into granite walls show the way down the spiralling stone stairs that descend inot the dungeon.
Reaching the last stair the area opens up revealing the many stone pilliars and large gothic archways. A fireplace is built into one of the pilliars. Several branding irons glow red hot amongst the coals. The feint smell of burnt flesh still lingers from her last playmate.
A large bed sits in a concaved alcove. the satin sheets a blood crimson color. The headboard is another archway made of iron. A pair of handcuffs still hang from it. Accompanied by another pair on the smaller arch at the foot of the bed. Many crimson candles on iron tands light the area. A couple of them look to have been used for something other then light recently. Across from the bed a pair of shackles are embedded into a couple of the pilliars. Faint crimson smears paint the pilliars and the floors.
The owner of this place has a wicked imagination, brought to life by the weapons, toys, and props far too numerous to mention.
A seductive voice from behind you warns:

"You're in my realm and that makes you my play thing."

Stretching out on her chase lounge she watched the widow travel over her fingers. Amused by such a deadly predator she smirked softly. Her attention wanned a bit as she looked over her dungeon. She was bored and needed to venture out. Boredom wasn't a good thing for Crow....put her a tad bit on the bitchy side. She dressed slowly watching herself in a full length mirror. Her coal black hair shined in the light of the candles. She didn't need to hear that she was beautifil. The alabaster Queen of mean knew it. She traced her full lips with her tounge and smirked then walked out into the bowels of hell.