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She looks just a child but in adult clothing but there’s nothing childish about her.
When she opens her mouth it’s all about her, words that make you want to slap her but you dare not as she had friends in strange places and many of those places are the lowest of places.
So you tolerate her and make sure all contact is restricted to the neediest of times.
Though needy times it could be argued are when you feel the need to put yourself in danger.
You can easily find yourself in hot water. That’s the sort of person she is.
In mythology, she could easily have passed for a siren. Everything physically about her is alluring. In her presence, you can’t keep your eyes off her. You find your mouth saying things it instantly regrets because from that moment on she has you. You are ensnared in her web and she holds you to account the longer you stand there.
It’s happened to me. It started so innocently. Within seconds my life changed, I’d become another conquest.
Her victory is my poverty. She sucks you dry both financially and physically. Your money disappears when you are near her and physically you can’t help but give all of yourself to her. She loves the way you stand in complete surrender.
Her hands create magic when they touch your skin and she takes from you all she requires to make her feel whole.
You are powerless until she releases you. Then your shrunken body is of no further use and you are dismissed as she looks for another victim.
So many times have I slunk off to gather myself before heading home vowing never to go near her again. But it’s not as easy as that. That’s what you learn about temptation. That’s why it’s called temptation.
It’s designed to make you fail. The lure of success always overwhelms the need for preservation. At least in my case, that is so.
I anticipate her knocking on my door any minute now.
She does help me escape this cruel reality.
That’s her step now.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/02/14/photo-challenge-152/
Morpethroad 
Perfection — she is a vampire who drinks your soul not your blood. As Oscar Wilde said, I can resist everything but temptation. Or something to that effect.
Some folk have no control at all do they…..I just followed my muse on that one, she had such a good time I have to say..
I can tell. Glad your muse still inspires you.
Often simply smacks me round the chops and says get on with it…
I can picture that. Oh, my imagination . . .
That’s how it is…
Your muse has spunk to say the least . . .
PS: I am currently museless. She took off with a character she lusted after. Explains a lot about my writing of late.
Well that lust is involved says something doesn’t it, like all is not dead, yet!!
True. It’s the stuff that I don’t post which got her riled up.
well maybe you have to listen to her more and post what she says, like there is compromise isn’t there…
Not sure I could post a lot of it. My on-going long writing projects — some of which are well . . .
Oh I see…..well then…..being prudent is a virtue isn’t it..
As virtuous as I get sometimes.
Wow, this is really good. Were it not light here I would feel creepy. Really enjoyed reading and the tale fit the picture perfectly.
This is excellent, I was totally sucked in !! 😱
A siren indeed I think crossed with a little child Vampire. If you’ve ever read/seen ‘Interview With The Vampire’ by Ann Rice and Brad Putt and Tom Cruise were in the movie — they change this little girl Claudia into a Vampire, your character reminds me of her a seductress, an adult, a dark person, stuck in a child’s (childlike) body which makes her all the worse.
Well written.