Blood Red Roses
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MatureOngoing7m
Last published Sun, Jul 9, 2017
A single white rose, stained with blood.
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"Please spare me!" A women yelled, on the floor surrounded by blood. A figure clad in black stared down at her. "I spare no one."
A white rose drenched in red blood was left.
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