Adult in nature

GYPSY

Night after night Magda was witness to the depravities that Barnabas Collins staged in the restored drawing room of the Old House. Sandor, her husband, and now little more than a slave to the Vampire, was required to participate in the debauchery that was staged for Mr. Barnabas Collins entertainment.

Magda Ricosa had thought there were no more surprises on this Earth for her, after she and Sandor, following their greed had led them to the location of what they thought were the Collins family jewels. Instead Sandor had been willed by the powerful vampire Barnabas Collins into his prison, that his father had chained him 100 years earlier. As a gypsy, Magda had seen plenty of the evils of man. She had been a willing participant in cheating, lying, and stealing from innocent people, but the Collins family jewels was going to their freedom, but was their prison. After the vampire was released, and had taken Sandor's will, Magda knew there were no evils left for her eyes to witness or partake in, but Magda was wrong.

Witnessing men intimate with men, women with women, two women with one man, one man with two women, and all sorts of devices being used in this sickness, and Sandor, at his Master's will was a willing participant in these lewd and vile evils. Watching Sandor's participation, Magda felt she was in the very depths of Hell.

Occasionally, Barnabas Collins would bring Charity Trask to join in. Charity had been in Barnabas' thrall for awhile. She and Sandor, both, had warned Barnabas about the dangers of exposure by committing such folly as including Gregory Trask's daughter in these lewd exhibitionistic dallyings. Charity Trask was an innocent, protected from the evils that went on around her, and by continuing to involve her, he was begging for destruction. Barnabas Collins had laughed and informed the two of them, that knowing Ms. Trask quite well, in the biblical sense, if you will, she was wanton and ripe. Magda had to admit he seemed to be right. Mr. Barnabas Collins had even thought it would be well worth the trouble to arrange for Mr. Trask to stop by one evening while his all to willing daughter was entertaining. He was sure his cousin, Quentin, would be delighted to arrange it. Sandor had laughed right along with his master.

Magda had been quick to notice that Mr. Barnabas Collins, and Mr. Quentin Collins never partook in the vile and evil orgies that went on night after night. They would only watch and orchestrate. Barnabas never ordered Magda to participate, only to watch. Magda knew that had he required her to participate in the continual depravity that was now a part of her life, that the little dagger in her bodice would go through her heart without hesitation. Magda had tried to understand that Sandor's will was not his own, and, therefore, he had no choice but to do his master's will.

From time to time, she would feel eyes burning into her being. She would never turn to find Mr. Barnabas Collins looking at her as though he wanted to devour her, make her as him. She would be afraid, but she would never let herself forget that she was Gypsy. Born of royal blood, fierce pride, and a will made or iron, despair had become a part of her, but before she would submit to the Vampire, death would replace despair.

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