"Please... I beg you... please spare my life..." the princess lay slumped in the corner of the room. I kicked her, hard. She lay writhing in pain on the carpeted ground. Oh, how I love watching her suffer.
I looked at her. She was like looking at the reflection of my mirror, the only thing missing was the scar across my right check. Time to fix that. I used the blade of my glistening knife and slashed a line across her right cheek. Now she looks exactly like me. I laughed at the torturous pain was etched across her face, just like the scar.
It was fun while it lasted, I thought. My blade went sailing in the air for a split second, and struck the heart of her fragile body. "Bull'seye!" I triumphantly punched my fists in the air. Without a second glance I tossed the body under the bed.
A knock came on the door, followed by, "Princess, can I come in?" I looked around. Princess? Oh yeah, I'm the princess now! I just need to act princessy.
"Come in!" I tweeted. Her maid- no, MY maid came in carrying a disgustingly pearly white gown. "Your coronation dress, your highness" She placed the dress onto the bed. Her eyes widened as she saw the pool of blood on the carpet. Shit. I forgot to clean the mess up. My maid started to run to the door as she tried to choke out a scream. What a fool, I thought. She thinks she can run from me? I threw my bloodied knife as I swiftly turned around... into her skull.