~ Saint Agnes ~ Hagiography or autobiography ? CONTENTS

Countess Agnes of Saintange

Much later, in the Middle Age, somewhere in an underground hall of a castle.

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Who is going to give his friend a cuddle ?

See you soon, my good boy.

Some days later...

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Cooee boy !

See this dream-like body, I'm offering your eye.

Yuck ! My meal is stinking.

Let's go to the bath !

Yes my boy. Fidget, turn and twirl. You'll be clean.

Be patient. Stop moaning. It's just a bath. !

Don't move. Or I am going to cut you. I did it ! You're silly. We have to remove all that naughty beard. I don't want my rose bud to be grazed.

Go on, take care, move your tongue deeper...

Ooooh, Yeeessss!

Mmmmmm... very good...

Are you choked ?

Yes. I was become a vampire. I had been running wild during the darkness after the fall of Rome, changing my name, changing my place of residence when people didn't understand that I was always young and pretty. After I courted old Count of Saintange, he asked for my hand. I accepted. I gave myself to the old man and I offered a marvellous honeymoon. Night and day. He died of exhaustion after one week. Everybody shed tears over the poor bride and widow... Yes, I'm talking about me. Since that day, I was happy with life in the fortified castle the dungeon of which had a nice torture room. I brought my preys there and I savoured them at great leisure. As this young man I had hunted during a ball in a neighbouring castle.

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