REVENGE

REVENGE

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Green eyes watch in horror as an arrow pierces flesh. The sound of skin ripping is all that can be heard in that moment. A sweet metallic pungency emerges as red liquid oozes out of the ripped flesh. A scream breaks out next to the small body. The sweet metallic smell grows stronger. A carriage comes to an abrupt stop and a big body tumbles out of the door. The green eyes watch through the door opening as the man she has loved most in her short life loses the spark in their dark eyes... GUYS I AM ASKING NICELY, IF YOU READ THIS PLEASE DON'T COPY MY STORY OR USE IT AS YOUR OWN. I HAVE WORKED HARD ON IT. AND ALTHOUGH MY UPDATES ARE SLOW IT IS MY PRIDE AND JOY. SO PLEASE DON'T COPY OR USE AS YOUR OWN. THANK YOU!
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Fear

" Revenge is sweeter than honey " A revenge story... A girl sat , in the chair looking at the elderly man she called 'father' . Who was bleeding and crying , each of his crying widening the sick grin on her face. The whimpers of the so called "Strong man" was a pleasure coursing and ramming through her body. His each tears soothing the burning ember in her heart. Her eyes void of anything humane , any humanity missing from her body. They say heart is a place where a human is supposed to store love and everyone has it , but when she looks at the broken pieces of her heart she can't even find the bits and pieces of love. There is nothing in her , no emotion , no love nothing. Absolute replica of a empty shell. " The malevolence was shining in her eyes , dancing like a drunk teenager. the anger and hatred clouding her iris , her eyes , if read properly , were an open book. " The absolute coldness , the hatred was deep inside her heart , her anger was burning , burning away her own soul and turning it into ashes. For , Crying is a luxury , she could never afford.

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