She repeatedly plunged her sharp, sleek blade into him. Over and over. The amount of force she used increased as time went on.
He was in crippling pain. The kind that made your body twinge up. He felt burning fire course through his flesh and ate away at it.
The more she stabbed him the more blood that covered her. Her green eyes were dark and empty.
It was like she was a different person when she killed. The blood on her hands didn’t matter to her. She didn’t care that she had taken a life. People said she was maniac and psychotic. They stayed away from her.
You could hear the not so quiet whispers as passed by. The aura that surrounds her is deadly – a huge warning sign plastered in the crimson red blood of her victims.
She was detached in every way possible. She towered over him and watched intently as the blood drained out of his lifeless body.
A smile etched on her face as she walked away. She never looked back. They say that once you kill your victims haunt you; but for her, she haunted them, even when they’re dead.
She’s brutal and cold and she’ll stab you in your back or heart, either one works.
She has no remorse. And that’s what makes her scarier. She has no nagging conscience or guilt squeezing her heart.
You better run – she’ll find you even if it’s in the dark.
꧁༺- // - 𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓮 <3 𝓐𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓱 -//-༻꧂
