My Queen [Short Story]

{Completed}

"Come my Queen." It called.

Red. Blood. Fear.

That's all it took for her to lose control. The look of her victim. The look of her reflection, a beautiful, strong reflection.

"Come my Queen." It whispered.

Panic. Tears. Cries.

That's all it took for her to lunge onto its throat. The throat where the blood pumps the most. The throat where her quench of thirst will be satisfied.

"Come my Queen." It cooed.

Lust. Love. Passion.

That's all it took for her to accept the hands of the monster. The hands of the killer. The hands of her King.

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