The room reeked of sweat and rotting meat. It was overbearing, almost enough to mask the pain from the wounds in my hips. Blood pooled in every corner, the body parts strewn about in random locations, most piled up neatly. I think there was a total of 7 people... I don't think I knew them.
My love came back from our room, branding the jaws of life they stole from the local fire department. Their eyes were swollen from crying for an indefinite amount of time, a sympathetic look to their quivering lip. Covered head-to-toe in deep red, clothes heavily stained and sagging against their shivering body, never had they looked so defenseless... "Please... I know you're scared, but please..."
Their eyes never left mine. It was just as painful as the clamp against my neck, as hurting as the snap of my spine, as heartbreaking as the whimper that I let out, my body lying limp against the steel of their weapon. Tears stream down their face, burning trails into their flesh, "You were never meant to see..."
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Small Stories
Kısa HikayeShort stories based on my life that you may get inspired from.
