You wind along the side of the mountain, stepping up the dilapidated stone stairway until you reach the peak. The figure in the window is no longer visible, so you knock on the door hoping they have come to greet you. There is no response. You gingerly push the large double door open with a loud creak. A lit candelabra sits on the table next to the door. You pick it up and push it into the darkness, hoping to find the master of the fort.

Instead, a strong gust of wind finds you. It billows through your clothes and extinguishes your only source of light. A hand grasps your shoulder from behind while another takes hold of your head. You are stricken with fear, unable to will yourself to move. The stranger moves your head aside, and an acute pain
surges through your neck.

"I was afraid to raise my eyelids, but looked out and saw perfectly under the lashes. The girl went on her knees, and bent over me, simply gloating. There was a deliberate voluptuousness which was both thrilling and repulsive, and as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal, till I could see in the moonlight the moisture shining on the scarlet lips and on the red tongue as it lapped the white sharp teeth.

Lower and lower went her head as the lips went below the range of my mouth and chin and seemed to fasten on my throat."

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