As she plunged the dagger into the flesh of her thigh, she felt numbness spread down to her knee as it moved onto her calves and traveled to the tip of her toes. She felt warm blood spill out pouring onto her skin and onto the sheets, she looked on fascinated as the blood stained the sheets red, spreading out. A scream sounded through the room and she felt an wetness flow down her cheeks as she lifted her head to see her blurred reflection on the mirror, the sound of hurried footsteps approaching her door gave her the courage to pull the blade out of her thigh and across her throat, as the door burst open to revel the face of her captors. The light in her eyes dimmed, a metallic taste overtaking her mouth as she chocked on her own blood. They rushed to save her covering the wound to stop the fountain of blood gushing out, but she left with a smile on her face and darkness in her eyes.
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Author's Note
If anyone is interested in using any of my scenarios for your own work your are free to do so. But please do let me know. You cab drop a link to your work in the comments too. I would like to check it out.
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General FictionJust a collection of my musing, penned down to share. A Romance with the mind. A conversation. A rumination. *Also story prompts* xx TRIGGER WARNING xx - Blood - Suicide - Graphic Scenes of Death
