Horrow In Hispanic Culture

Superstition, Magical Realism, and Horrow in Hispanic Culture, Essay 2 Topics
4. Rewrite one of the eleven sections of Alejandra Pizarnik in The Bloody Countess to convey the horrors of Bathory’s torture chamber
I remember that night. It was cold and harsh January night. The day before, I allowed my parents to sell me to the Bathory’s family which was one of the most influential families in Transylvania for that time. Everything started from the gossips in our village that young and energetic women were needed to the royal family for housework. It was said that families of those girls will be well paid. I had heard it from my friends. I knew some of the girls who were sold. I recognized it as a simple slave trade despite the fact how it was

There was a common silence. Everybody was doing their usual things. I did not feel something strange that day. Generally, I was used to those people, house and severe old maids who controlled us. The last thing I remember, that I immediately fell asleep after the dinner. I was awakened by the kicks of the old woman who overlooked at me and was waiting when I stand up. It was an unfamiliar place for me. When I came to my mind, I saw other young maids who were also naked like me. That was a smelly cellar. There was a dried blood spots near the drainages. Then I saw her, Bloody Countess, as she would be named later. She was sitting on the throne and closely observed happening. It seemed to me that she was waiting for something. She was white dressed. She was sublimely beautiful in it as an angel. However, I would not compare her with neither happy nor unhappy bride who marries ab invite. She was different from them. Madness in her eyes was combined with a life, the word which I was used to use in common situations. It was not a case when we use the term life in the eyes to describe how person loves life and wants to live. It was a life with the inadequate passion. She was looking at me like for a wildfowl. I saw this kind of eyes only once. I and my father were hunting in local forests when we were attacked by the wolf. My father killed reflexively by the shot. At that moment I observed those eyes full of hatred and passion. Her eyes reminded me that moment. My thoughts were interrupted with cries of other maid who was standing near me. She was whipped. It was terrible scene. Old maid was whipping her till she lost consciousness. Everybody was quite. We knew pay for inappropriate noise and did not want our mouth to be sewed. When I turned back I saw Countess near me. She was looking at that little girl with a pleasure and some kind of animal passion. Noting her senseless