5 times when I almost died and one time I really did
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She heard the echo of his steps behind her: lazy, but powerful, grace and dominance in his posture. He could tower over her easily, tall and with broad muscles. His breath came as little puffs on her ear lobe, hard chest in contact with her small back. She was petite, her height just 5 feet, skin pale and soft to the touch. He could break her neck with just a move of his fingers, fingers between so many people lost their lives, fingers painted with blood.
"A knife, a gun and a bottle of venom. Which would you use to end someone's life?", he rumbled from the bottom of his chest, reminding her of a ferocious predator in the wildest forests, ready to hunt his prey and stuck his sharp fangs into its meat.
What he forgot is that foxes are predators too and very dangerous ones: they never hunt something if it has chances to hunt them back.
"All of them", she straightened her back, getting out from the cage he formed between his body and the wooden table. "I'll shoot for you, stab you metaphorical in the back, cut your bonds with the others, poison you with sweet lies and just then", she smiled sweetly, locking her dark blue eyes that sparkled in something too close to madness, her cold fingers moving softly over his neck, thumb patting the vein with the pulse. "Just then I'll struggle you with my own fingers, making you squirm without a chance under me", she tightened her grip just a little, nails almost digging into his skin. "You may be a king but I make emperor cry for the empires I shattered at my fingertips".
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Taking Back Pathos
Betrayal swirls in her eyes briefly before turning back into fury. Her hands roughly fist my hair tilting my head back, allowing the blade more access to my throat. "You bastard. You hurt him, didn't you?" "I assure you I did not force him to help me." I stare up at Wrens tormented expression, almost enjoying the position she has me in. Her eyes narrow as she leans closer to me, almost inches away, "liar." My response cuts short as a she takes the dagger from my throat and drives the blunt end into the back of my head. The feeling of falling eludes me, as the darkness once circling me now invades my mind. ............................ Waiting is not an easy task, especially when you are planning on murdering the Queen. It has been 14 years since Wren lost everything to Morana's reign. Her home, her father, her hope. Until one day a cloaked man enters her favorite tavern searching for her, he brings along that missing hope she has needed all these years. But in true Wren fashion, she instead attacks him in an alley and ties him up in her room. Because lets face it, how can she trust a word out of Morana's son's mouth.
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