“What are you?”
The creature, the girl, the thing that had once been a dead body, lifted onto her hands and knees inside the magick circle where I had summoned her.
“I am what you made,” she said.
I have never pursued women based on their looks, yet I could not help but marvel in her countenance. Her magnificent breasts hung towards the floor, she stretched out, showing her amazing curves, lifting her ass into the air. She had red hair, long and curly, and olive skin which made the hair seem slightly unnatural, green eyes with flecks of gold. The perfect example of the feminine. Exactly what I desired. Because I made her that way.