"If I can't have love, I want power"
She is enchanting. She is dangerous. She is mysterious. She is lethal. She is everything anyone would desire. But most of all she is deadly.
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A young and nai...
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In the darkness of the stormy night, when the whole city was cooped up in their residences, a shadow was looming over another silhouette in a dark alleyway. In the quietness of the night, a few sobs could be heard, mixed with the occasional pitter patter of rain. Cries of pain and agony echoed after every few minutes, creating an eerie atmosphere in that cold and unforgiving night.
The alleyway was barely illuminated by a flickering street lamp. The air was thick with the scent of wet pavement and something more sinister, the metallic smell of blood. The looming figure stepped closer, crouching with slow movement,as if enjoying the moment.
"P-please... I-i promise I won't do a-anything wrong again, j-just please let me g-go," the smaller figure cried out, clutching at a gaping wound that oozed dark, thick blood. The desperation in their voice was met with a chilling silence.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning lit up the sky, brightening the alleyway for a split second. The larger figure's face was momentarily illuminated, revealing a cold expression. Thunder followed the lightning, drowning the desperate cry of the agonizing victim, pleading for its life.
"Don't you think it's too late to ask for forgiveness?" The cold voice of the predator cut through the silence, giving chills to the man begging for his life. Just as the sentence was finished, a sound of flesh slicing was heard. Blood splattered on the face of the killer and a small sound of thud was heard as the body of the kneeling figure met with the cold and wet pavement. The silhouette of the mysterious assailant dropped something next to the body of its victim and made its way to the end of the alleyway.
In the flickering light of the street lamp the feminine features of the executioner were visible. The female killer glanced back at the dropped item and a small sinister smile appeared on her face. She moved back and got lost in the streets of the city. If you look at the dropped object, you'll see that it is a flower, but it was not an ordinary flower and represented something more sinister and dark. The flower, red oleander, known for its beauty and poisonous nature, indicating that this was a start of a journey that is both menacing and tempting.
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With love, Abeer
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