Her prey does not look so happy now, with her dagger set at his throat. He stares at her with wide eyes, skin damp with sweat as he swallows hard. The sound echoes in the silence. Catching whiff of his terror, she laughs sharply, delighted, and presses her dagger closer to his skin, watching as a bead of red spills spills across the blade.
"Are you frightened, sweet bird?" she croons, breath licking hot against his lips. She will be a rich woman indeed, after this. His pulse stutters. "Good. You should be." When she smiles, it is all teeth.
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100 Word Drabbles
RandomDrabbles. Half baked story ideas, and possible prompts. Feel free to expand upon them how you see fit.
