She is most gorgeous. The one person who no matter how evil, you will bow down on your hands and worship her. Drool at the sight of her, for she is perfect. She is the most beautiful living thing. Her hair long, shiny death black, it flows down her back and shoulders to meet at her skinny and firm waste. Her eyes like dripping honey sparkle as they look at you. Her lips crimson and plump like a fresh tomato just picked from the garden. Oh and her smile, the smile that makes you want to run off a cliff! The smile that’s deadly, the smile of hell itself! Then she sings, oh the sound, the sound that kills. The last song you will ever hear for it is feeding time. She sings the sweet lullaby that pulls you to her, she cradles you in her sweet comforting arms then, then she devourers you.