I bet you think I look respectable, you should've seen me in my prime

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~ The girl is naked and still, half submerged in mud. Her pale limbs all askew, flesh split roughly over her breasts and stomach – the wounds are haphazard and uneven, clearly scratched open with very human fingers over a long period of time. The corpse, still thinking, still feeling, is very much blind, her eyeballs acting as pin cushions for a variety of thorns scavenged off the marshy plant-life.

Bathory is perched above the unfortunate girl on a mossy stump. The hive in her chest buzzes as she carefully pulls bee after bee from her mouth; each is impaled with a thorn before it can escape. She pins them through her hair, creating a vibrant and elaborate headpiece of dying, wiggling insects. ~

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Hrrrrrey!

*Lilah Morgan, formidable attorney for Wolfram & Hart, a company run by none other than the very same demons responsible for running Hell, pauses and sniffs, her torn and bloody shift floating out behind her in the murky, fetid waters of the swamp. She calls to the bitch before her once more:*

Hhhhrrrrrrey, eeeeyooooooooo-

*-You what? Psychopath? Sadist? Schizophrenic? Vile, malodious, insipid, festering, hellish devil's whore?-*

-Yeeeewwwwwwww grrrrrrrrrrl!

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*Bathory's head snaps up, her nostrils flaring, all she can manage in way of coherence is an extended and scornful snort, in a most un-ladylike manner she scuttles over the body, hunched over it like a protective mother over a roost, her limited words come out in clunky Hungarian, the English she's picked up while in Hell the first thing to slip*