Charlotte
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"Angel, cutie, don't act so primitive." I approached her, whispering in her ear. "I want to show you what heaven looks like. I want to paint it on your body and hear you sing prayers to rejoice in the art you've become." she needed this, to feel me release her into glory. I caught the tear that ran down her face. "Let's start, My Angel," I vowed before stepping back to admire her.
"You're fucking crazy!" she wailed as her tears ran faster and fell down onto the bed.
"Oh, sweetheart don't let those impurities escape your soft lips." I ran the blade along her feet, cutting right above the veins since I was using this method, the length depended on how long you could see the vein. Blood started to pool up fast, covering her feet in the scarlet slick texture. She was already so pale, I wondered how she would look when I was done.
"Please, if I'm so beautiful let me live, please." she begged, it's adorable she thought that was a reason to live, she didn't know anything.
"Beauty doesn't belong in this repulsive world. It doesn't deserve your winsome appearance. I am granted the greatest joy of delivering you to a better universe." I gushed before slicing up and down her legs in a more random pattern. She moaned out in pain, I knew she loved it, I adored looking up at such modesty.
To Charlotte beauty doesn't belong to this world, she takes joy in killing those she is infatuated with. No matter their personality, sexual orientation, or status she will slaughter those she sees fit.
Warning: Gore, Horror, Sexual Assault, Violence, Mature Themes,
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