Le Droit Du Seigneur (Graphic)

The noblest man of england, once claimed a peasant girl. With cheeks redder than roses, and skin whiter than pearl. Bless the newly wed husband, who forfeits his second right. Knowing the order of things, he quickly turned out the light. A fine estate awaited them, nobility would no longer wait. He ripped off all her clothes, "oh how she tasted great." But night unlit the candles, and darkness filled the room. As he sparked another match, his eyes were filled with gloom. For what he saw of her, burned his very own eyes. She stood nearly nine feet, and more than doubled in size. Her hips felt moistly furry, and eyes that radiated death. She pinned him to a wall, he tried to hold his breath. The beast started to tear, fresh limbs from every side. Warm blood poured all over, onto the ferocious bride. Tugging on all his innards, mashing of the organ meat. She enjoyed every other part, as her lively midnight treat. The moon was emptying out, the light lost in the sea. A bride hung with intestines, tightly knotted round a tree.