Hello, my name is Ashlea.
I am a seventeen year old aspiring horror fiction writer in my senior year of high school.
I'm a very easy going person and I love the simpler things in life like going for a walk through the neighborhood or curling up with a book on a rainy day. I don't cry over spilled milk, it's not worth it.
I am a part of the BDSM community; I am an owned slave in a D/s relationship. I love my Dom more than I have ever loved any other man. Our relationship is long distance and based online and through texting. I'm going to college soon though and I plan to go to a college closer to him. We have a very strong bond and connection that will never be broken.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
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Seventh Level of Hell
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Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level.
