After that it can visibly be noticed that the old woman inside turned once more into a goddess with unrivaled beauty. She was young again as if an innocent pure wife on her wedding day that has yet to be fucked.
She could not be observed as lifeless at all but one who was just taking an afternoon nap to restore her strength for the upcoming midnight to dawn fucking. On a signage below the antediluvian preternatural casket were the words,
Nadia, the matriarch.
When all was done according to the man's will, he left the mausoleum and went back to his room to sit on the corner and drink spirit liquor.
After his third bottle, the man noticed the thick book on the bed and he raised his left hand and the said book floated towards the man in slow motion as if the man was no rush to peep into the woman's thoughts at all. When the left hand of the man touched the thick book, the man noted that the book was also very heavy.
