Poisonous Love

Poisonous Love

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Paris, 1922. The Seine by night was by far her favourite place to come to. Suddenly, there was a noise. She quickly hid the medallion in her hand, as she breathed quietly but heavily... The sound of the blade was a harsh, quick sound. The metal quickly bore its way into the flesh, the pristine white fabric turning a dark shade of red in a matter of seconds. In no time, she lay on the ground, her hand open, the medallion gone.
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We don't have love, we show mercy. What you want is knife or tears, roses or escape. Dust, fear, blood. The woman on the ground is twitching, blood constantly spilled from her mouth, the whites of the eyes all over the blood, she mumbles in a gravel friction rustle sound. She sobbed, unwilling to die, the body to the man wriggling, as if in need of help. She has no idea what's going on, poor little thing.

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