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Killed by a Cat

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cats murder mystery

The cat sat motionless on the windowsill, it's green eyes glowing in the dim light. The lifeless body of a man lay sprawled on the floor, a crimson pool seeping into the rug beneath him.

Detective Novák crouched, inspecting the faint scratches on the man's neck. "Strangulation," she murmured, noting the marks. 

Behind her, the cat let out a low, rumbling purr. 

"Looks like the only witness we've got," Officer Papadopoulos muttered. 

Novák turned, meeting the cat's unblinking stare. "𝘖𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳,"  she contemplated.

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cats murder mystery

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Do., Dez. 19, 2024

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Heavenly Sin (EDITING)

"I could kill you," he grins holding the gun to my temple. "I wouldn't be scared," I reminded him. He trails the gun under my chin lifting it, allowing me to look him in the eyes. "No one would know you were murdered by me," he continues making me smile. "I think I might have a gun kink;" I tell him while holding eye contact. "Fuck," he mutters as he smashes his lip onto mine, •••• The crimson colour pools beneath me as I let him twist the dagger that had been living in my heart since the day we had met. Sometimes we settle for the love we think we deserve only because are parents didn't portray it better therefore we think the bare minimum is over the top. ••••