Sweet Obsession

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"My dear, we cannot help you. I'm sorry, but you had best be on your way now," the ebony haired woman before me said cooly, clutching the thick, wooden front door with both hands. She was beautiful, there was no denying it. She had deep, chocolate colored eyes, porcelain skin that reminded me of ivory or snow, and an intimidating air of power hung around her. She was tall and thin, dressed in an extravagant dark green, silk gown that Bowed down her body to kiss the door. Hut despite her eminent beauty, I could tell that this woman was not one to be messed with.