Kat Dunn

She leans forward, and the tight bodice of her dress spills the milky tops of her breasts over the top. Why do I not look away?

“I really thought you weren’t like other women. I was wrong. You’re worse.”

“Oh? Then where the fuck is my son?”

To be a woman is a horror I can little comprehend.

Carmilla smiles, extends her hand to me. ‘Come, my dear. You must be so terribly hungry.’