1: reddening; blushing
It was her erbescent cheeks and the way she fluttered her eyelashes at me that did me in. I was putty in her hands. I would do anything for her. Would kill for her.
Countless had died by my hands on her order. Sometimes I could see the blood stained on my skin. No matter how hard I scrubbed, it remained.
She crooked a finger at me. I stumbled to her and fell to my knees. She touched my cheek. I moaned. For a moment, I was able to forget the horrors I had committed in her name.