Lovely Hauntings

Your emotions feel diluted. Fear is the new love while happiness has long vanished. You've often tried to cross the realms, hoping to become hostage in a mind-breaking fuck game. You crave the chill of a spirit that would tingle your entire body, fairies that would trick you into playing a suicidal game as you chase their fluttering skirts, and nymphs who would corner your like a pack of dogs, gliding their fingers over your flesh while mocking the fragility of your life.

You've heard of both fortune and misfortune alike, and want to mix them like a poison.

You want a terror that would rob you of all power, that would drive your heart to your throat and your erection to a pleasure heightened beyond humanly possible. Sex-craving vengeful spirits trapped in dolls, apparitions of pure hatred, all of them you want to appease and subdue with an even stronger lust, or extinguish their pain at the cost of your freedom.

You want to take a fool's path into a deadly passion. Terror is the new lust.