She pulled the sharp slender blade from his chest. She kneeled down next to him in the snow, letting the blood soak into her silk dress. She laid one hand on his un beating chest and leaned into his ear. "You shouldn't have pressed send. " She pressed her lips against his cold ones, biting a little. Standing up she started back on the road, leaving him for the wolves.
She had once been good, but years of the game have driven her mad.
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Empty Places
Teen FictionOut in the country there lives a maiden, living lavishly in the hills. Acres and acres of land and a huge mansion. But there was something missing in her life. Love... Yawn, seems like just another love story, right? But maybe there is no hap...
