A Mask of Hate
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Last published Thu, Dec 19, 2013
When he looks at her wound, black cold ooze was dripping from it instead of the usual, warm red blood.
“You should run, Madessi, not that it would be of any help to you. You don't know me, don't know what I am. You don't know what I have done, and what I'm capable of, and trust me, you will wish you never burned that farm house."
As she said this, her skin started turning a gray tone. Her voice turning deeper, “Run, Madessi, run!"
Her captors, surprised at her, loosed up a little on the grip. With her right arm moving it violently she threw the man five feet into the air. Freed from one side and turning to the other, with the free hand she rips his throat out. "That would be number eight." She said with a deep, sadistic voice, enjoying the killing evident in her words.
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