・Prologue

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LEMON

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Staring at the star-colored walls, speckled with gold and decor like no other, I always felt something was wrong, it was probably nothing important, but something about the corpse pinned to the wall just didn't fit right.

It should definitely be angled more to the left.

While sitting on the floor, my lavender dress was wrinkled and messy, covered in blood.

Usually, you'd tremble as you watch your mother be pinned to a wall and gutted like a pork belly pig, but once you've seen this a few dozen times you get pretty used to it.

Staring at my family's murderer, I watch as a man with hair the color of lavender smiles, his foot on father's face, the skull having been caved in.

"And lastly you....Lady Belliana."

Turning to face me, he flicks the blood off his sword and points it to my neck, if he wasn't so freaking gorgeous I'd be mad, but gosh does he glow.

It really is too bad he's a psycho, one that kills me over and over.

This scene has played in my head thousands of times, every time he asks a single question.

"What are your last words?"

Looking up at him, my beauty seemed second to his, my blonde wavy hair, my jeweled honey eyes, my amazing skin I took way too much care of for him to scratch up like a piece of ham.

"I have but one question...."

I used to beg, used to plead, once I even confessed false love and he let me live for a few extra minutes out of pure amusement, but today I have one question.

"And...?"

Gosh, even his cold voice is hot, I know I have issues and probably severe trauma but if he wasn't so evil I'd love to lick this man's calves.

Smiling sweetly like the summer sky I gaze upon him with loving eyes.

"How does it feel

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"How does it feel....to have a stick shoved so far up your ass you think you're better than anyone else?"

Well....there goes my head again......

Watching as with one swing, he takes my head clean off, everything goes to black, and once again, the cycle restarts.

Opening my eyes I find myself in the bath, surrounded by lavender petals and lemon slices.

Leaning against it I take a deep breath, closing my eyes.

In five days, I will die again......

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