Murder most foul

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she sat by the tree waiting for her love to come but after an hour of waiting there was nothing not even the soft hoot of an owl. angry she threw down the flowers she'd gotten him and spat hatefully at them. he would get his revenge she smiled thinking about it and all the pain she would cause but first she had to die. it was a ritual she had heard on the internet and yet she was surprisingly prepared. she took the sacrificial dagger from her shoe and stabbed into her stomach. smiling as the sharp pain took over and darkness edged her vision she murmured a few words and then it was over. Her intestines lay in a steaming pile on the ground.

The boy called David was sick and hoped that his love wasn't too disappointed. He sat on his bed staring out the fogged up window. he turned around to face the full length mirror in his room, it was then he noticed her. his love was in the mirror yet her skin was rotting, her lips had been cut off revealing her black teeth so It looked like she was always smiling, her intestines dragged behind her and in her hand was a knife covered in a dark red substance. he was to scared to do anything and she lunged tearing out his throat, he chocked on the blood filling his mouth. she stabbed him repeatedly carving and chopping away at his skin and finally once he'd stopped moving she started to eat him, she started by slitting him open and devouring his still warm intestines, the she at his eyes chewing them like the were bubblegum and finally she ate his tongue. She's behind you now, wanting to take you with her because all she wants is a friend in death.

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