Curiosity Killed The Cat
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Last published Tue, Dec 20, 2016
The bright blue eyes of the short female narrowed.
"Such a pity. Such a waste of a handsome man."
Annabeth watched helplessly as the strange woman dragged the knife down Sevastius' cheek, digging the tip in deeper with each centimeter it was moved.
She struggled against the bonds and arms holding her back. "No! Hurt me instead. Please, not Sev." She whimpered.
The woman laughed a high pitched, maniacal laugh. "Oh how cute. She's trying to be heroic. Poor little baby hasn't realised that she'll be hurt either way. Now, ickle Sevvie." The woman grabbed his pale face in her surprisingly strong hands.
"Tell me. Would you rather your precious girlfriend die first? or yourself?"
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