“My tablets! quick, my tablets!
‘Tis meet that I put it down.”
I saw him go out again! I’ve met with the Count enough times to know that his hands do not have suction cups taped to them. This can only be the markings of a devil. I try to avoid him as much as possible these days, but I’m never fortunate enough to completely evade him. This is his castle, after all, and I am merely a misplaced visitor.
Last night I tried a few other doors. One was not fully latched. After the Count made his ungodly descent, I burst inside this room and promptly fell asleep on a dusty couch in the moonlight. At least, I think I fell asleep. Perhaps this was but a dream. God, how I hope it was.
Whatever my consciousness, I watched three young, pale women enter the room and fawn over me. They argued over who would be the first to … to … I’m not sure. They were beautiful, yes. If you call cruel death beautiful. And their laughter…
But just when they were about to swoop down on me, that horrible Count returned and hurled them across the room. I’ve never seen him so angry. He told them that they could have me when he was done with me.
Oh Mina! I’m not an adulterous man. Believe me when I say I fear for my life at the hands of these women. But you can’t read this…
Nobody can.
