The Killing Game
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"Don't you see, little girl? This is all merely a game." Eclipse was advancing towards her with a ruthless grin spread across his face.
"A game?" Charlotte Avery was still dazed from from being thrown twenty feet to the cold hard ground. She tasted blood in the back of her throat and her vision was hazy. She couldn't move for it would only send searing pain through her body. The only thing she could focus on was the large deadly dagger that seemed to quickly glide closer to her.
"Yes, a game," came a gravely booming voice. "I like to call it The Killing Game. As the name states, it's a game where you kill."
He was on top of her now and he pressed the tip of the dagger to the side of her neck. The tip slowly and lightly ran across the soft fair skin, causing warm, deep red crimson to leak out. The blood spread until there was no patch of skin was dyed red. The cut burned but then subsided into numbness.
"And you're my next victim. Goodnight, my dear."
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