In the Mist

He held her hand in his, seemingly trying to help her. But that was not quite what he was trying to do, no, not at all. Once she was standing, he lifted her chin, and looked her dead in the eye. Without a moment's hesitation, he acted as though to slash her pale white throat, but stopped mere quarter of an inch from her face. "I can't kill such a beautiful young woman...." He trailed off. The girl smiled.
"That's quite the shame, isn't it, darling?" With one swift motion, there lied a corpse on the ground, a shard of glass in it's throat. "I guess you'll make due as tonight's meal. Gosh, you really should've paid attention to my hands. Poor thing." And with that, she drug the body to her kitchen, the man never to be seen again.

~~Disclaimer~~
I do not own the cover of this book, nor do I intend to steal anyone's original ideas. I've come up with the majority of the storyline on my own, with mild help from my surrounding peoples. Enjoy my work of 'art'.

••Caution••
This story contains somewhat detailed scenes of murder, torture, and possibly suicide. It is more likely than not that there may be some triggering topics contained within this story. You have been warned, so don't give me hate if anything happens.

Signing off~
Dev