Elizabeth

Elizabeth



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In the days of horses, nobility, and castles, there lived a wealthy clan named the Barthory family. The family was one of morals so far from our own today.



    Being related to the king, these people felt above the rules that governed the less fortunate.  Their children raised without affection.  As babies, their cries were only heard by their governesses. There were no mercies shown to a servant that failed to honor or gain the approval of the family. Children often witnessed the only caregiver beaten or tortured for not pleasing the Bathroy parents. This would seem to always be the path of life for this dysfunctional and seemingly ruthless clan.



    The day of August 8, 1560, George Báthory of the Ecsed branch of the family, and Anna Báthory had their daughter  Elizabeth. This child (neice of the king of Poland) had the world at her fingers, but her governess was in all regards her “mother”.



        Who knows what created the woman she was to become. Could it have been the lack of here mother's love, could it have been the brutal times, could it have it have been that her birth was of two people from the same family?



    Elizabeth's life was not that of a sheltered child as one would think that she would have been.  When she fell there were no “kiss it,” to make the boo boo better. She learned to be content to watch the blood flow from a skinned knee, and was content to see it as pain flowing from  her body. There were no bedtime stories to put her off to peaceful sleep. She fell into dreams while hearing the servants being punished screaming out in the void darkness for help that would never arrive. 



    Her governess would pure the large metal tub with hot water, and she would bathe the growing girl.  Elizabeth knew not to cry. If she did, she would be lifted from the water by one arm and slapped across the necked flesh with the back of the brush used to wash away the dust of the day.



    At the young age of 15, Elizabeth fell into her duties of marriage.  For in those days marriages were arranged, and her parents made the promise when she was only two.



    Though the marriage was the kind that was not brought together by fate and love, she seemed to love the darkness found in her husband. She found a thrill in the warship of her much older husband.

    This time she was laying awake listening to the screams of another's pain. It was she who lured young girls into her spiders den. Every time her husband came back from battle, they enjoyed joint sessions of bloody torture where he taught her more ways to inflict pain.



    By the time of her death, she was credited for over 400 deaths. This woman who believed that bathing in young innocent blood would keep her young and beautiful, lived, married, and even had children.



Goes to show you that you truly can not judge the book by the cover.