You could feel the smug smirk on her lips. She had hers pressed against yours, after all. The experience was new to you. Being stabbed in the back literally and metaphorically can be like that. She pulled away, wiping her lips with your sleeve. With an ice cold hand, she gripped your neck, her black nails digging into your soft flesh and leaving holes. Not scratches, holes. You were too surprised to even gasp. She laughed at you inevitable death, the smirk playing back and forth with a pout. She didn't say a word, just raked her claw-like nails down your stomach, expertly weaving around the two more knives that accompanied the one in your back, pinning you to the red stained wall behind you. She leaned over you and lapped the pooling blood at your collar bone, shivering in bliss. You try to reach out a hand to save yourself, or at least hurt her, but she intercepts your attempt with knives through both hands. Through all this torture, only now do you feel the affects. You knew that water tasted funny. It had been tainted with something to make you numb. Now your screams of agony rattle the paintings on the walls, the sirens going off in your brain as it shuts down from lack of blood. Tears well in your eyes as you stare at the female that had become not just a partner, but someone you could trust with your life.
" Sleep tight, dear. " She hissed into your ear as you lost consciousness for the last time. A single, heartbreaking thought rattled in your head.
Cassandra why...?
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One Shots and Drabbles!
LosoweSo, one shots. Suggest only on the first chapter! Thanks! Some lemons, mainly not.
