It’s been fifteen long years since I’ve been this impressed with a photo session. Blackula changed that.
The Beastress within me has been slumbering for quite some time, and I know that once she wakes up, she cannot be controlled, cannot be contained.
Ironic. The Beastress in me has been contained—inside the frames of Blackula’s photos. Her eyes look menacing as they are cloaked behind dark, sinister shadows. Her predatory teeth glimmer hungrily. Electric blue light rides the shape of her black corset and rubber skirt.
What you are witnessing is another side of me: a Demoness. A Demoness who uses her sweet smile to lure you into the photo, so you could live inside her cage forever.