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Beautifully Creepy Xmas Anon-Letters

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Let me suck your veins dry
Tear flesh from your skin
Dig teeth into your bones
And suck the marrow within
~Sinful Snow

&What a beautiful young thing you are.&
He whispers in your ear,
As you awaken on the ground.

Your head aches.
What had happened?
Your eyes flutter open to soft lights.

You are in the middle of an abandoned street.
The man leans over you.
Eyeing you.

&But dear. I must say...&
He starts, you stare up at the man; your heart pounds.
&Your beauty is on the inside.&

He takes a blade from his bag.
&...I prefer to think of that saying as literally.&

He smiles as he holds you down,
Stabs into your neck,
And drags the blade down to your stomach.

You are Jack's Tenth.
~Jack the Ripper

Restrained by rusted nails,
Straight through your hands and feet,
Your flesh tainted by scalpels,
I stand and watch you bleed
~Sinful Snow

I am a sadist
That will promise you petals
And sprinkle you with thorns
~Sinful Snow

Though my type you may not be
A little advance shall not be lost you see
Because though I try not to come near
Your eyes, my love they draw me so clear
All I wish is to taste you lips
And perhaps if you allow your skin to my fingertips
And maybe clothes shall go to the floor
And perhaps our touch shall grow to something more
but this I shall leave you to ponder
As you mind will certainly wander
But if you ever crave something new,
I am certainly the one for you.

-Temptress


Oh hey, y-you look like
Someone pretty tough.

Here's the thing, these random people I don't even know
Always try to shoot me down when I go on my bombing runs.
I don't even know these people and they're all trying to kill me!
I can't get out of this job, stupid policy--Catch-22 it's called.

Think you could help me out and take my place?
Damned war...

-Valoe

As you walk the streets alone, a soft snow starts to fall on you. And in the dark a soft cold hand grabs a hold of you. Yet you turn to face a man, who&s eyes they shine like glass the color of a rose&s stem. His hair like that of a ravens and his smile oddly kind. You open your mouth speak before he places a small kiss lightly upon your lips. The cold touch stinging them softly, though you dare not protest. To the warmth he give as he takes you into an embrace like no other and places in forth in your hands a single small gift. Before he vanishes into what you can only guess look like petals. With a eyes open and mind of wonder you look down at the small gift its silken tag turning over gently in your hands.
~WintersFrozenThorn