Kissed by Death

Kissed by Death

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*for mature audiences only* “Join me” he commanded in a voice and tone that compared to the finest velvet, underlying threat and promise. It oozed with power, confidence and cruelty… It was not his voice, it was the unmistakable voice of Lord Death. “Never” I hissed at him, feeling anger cloud my vision. “Then I’ll just make you” he purred back and with that the husband pounces at me. I try to evade him but his demon like claws have already gotten grip of my neck, slowly strangling me to death.
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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