Lurking

My blade in his back, he moans, his arms are wrapped limply around me.


Hands around his throat, red prints belonging to me, while his eyes roll backwards, mouth gaped open for air.


“Say you’ve been decapitated…?

Well, you’d better walk it off, darlin’.”


Licking the sticky blood from my fingers, his lifeless eyes watch in anticipation at the finale of my craft.

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