The venom seeps through my veins, whispering plots into ready ears.
A vile contagion that permeates the very soul of a person shall not claim me.
Clamoring, it rushes, but hugger mugger is always revealed.
You shall not taint my being with keen thoughts to transform me into a befouled drab.
I am better than the marauders you send out in the middle of the night to defeat me.
The sweet chill enters my mind and the offer to slit the unwholesome wretch's throat in one swoopstake teases the senses.
Resisting is always more tedious done than said.
Nothing can stop revenge from taking over, the poison sneers to me.
You cannot fight what you desire.
The wraith seized and impressed my soul, twisting it to its will.
Instantly bliss floods in and the rapier is in my grasp.
A simple flick of the wrist and her head would topple before me, staring blankly past my face.
With herculean effort the bond with the devil's advocate disintegrates and the cruel blade falls on the floor.
The intensity and strength of someone's will can even surprise themselves.