I've never fallen in love. I don't love I give people chances that get broken. They think your a toy to break they think since you're a woman you will break for them. They were wrong. Whenever I find "the one" it's not right but once I found the one he was swiftly taken from me. His last words being "I love your lips red as blood they make your eyes shine silver at night" then he left me in my arms. Tears streaming down my face that was the last love I ever had. I swore revenge on anyone who tried to take something away from me. Now I stand over the thing that took him away from me. The man gave a twisted smile saying go ahead kill me he will never come back then he made a screeching cackling laugh as I grabbed the hot curling iron I had done my hair with and lunged at him jabbing it into his throat creating scorch marks. I won't let you go easily I say holding him down I tap my chin with my sharpened nails I plunge my nails into his chest smiling at his screams of pain. I pull my hand out of his chest watching him die slowly I bring my hand to my lips letting the blood run over them and the memory echoes in my head "I love your red lips."
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Tasting Blood
TerrorThe point or the killers view. How they see it ever twisted thought that comes into their heads. Ever soul lost is a second of sanity for her she laughs as he plunged to the ground looking up in terror tears streaming down his face. This story is go...
