Her smile was so beautiful. I never wanted it to leave. A blade in my hand; her silence. Slitting her throat. Her lips twitched upwards before her body went limp. The smile slowly fading as the blood flooded and spewed down her body. I knew the smile was gone. But I could fix it.
She would always smile. The blade still in my hand only this time covered in the crimson liquid. Putting it at the edge of her lips. Slicing it upwards. Mimicking it on the other side. Cut from ear to ear. Even in death she would have no choice but to smile.
A Chelsea Smile to rest on her face. Her slit throat. Drowning her in her own blood. It was painful. Seeing her eyes rolled back into her head, but it was still beautiful all the same. Her hair, her new smile that would never leave. I left her there and went out to find another worthy suitor. That would smile always, even in death. To grace their face with a Chelsea Smile. - su1c1d3r0om
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Demonic Death ( One shots)
HorrorOne shot stories from my own psychotic mind. Read at your own risk.
