Tied, strapped.
A figure ever so far, breathing as if the person were dead.
Knives.
Right next to me.
Clean and ready.
She comes to me with a crazed look.
Your awake now my Dove...
She whispered into my ear..
Her breath was cold as ice.
I struggle with my life on the line.
No my Dove! You mustn't get frightened now.
You witch!
I spat the words out, I did not care at all.
She growls like a wolf with foam thriving at the mouth.
She grabs my arm, she grabs a knife.
No. No! NO! Please have mercy on a little girl!
There is no mercy for your lusting sins, you *****.
She drives the knife into my arm.
I cringe at the pain and the sound of flesh tearing.
AHHH! Please stop, I will do anything! Please, just stop.
I weep, watching my blood streak on that white table.
I try and try!
I just cant get out of deaths grip.
STOP YOU *****!
She takes the knife out and struck it into my stomach.
I scream with this trill of pain.
Mother! Help me please!
More blood seeps through the knife.
Well? Your you dead yet Dove? Or can I play with you more?
I WISH I WAS DEAD!
Fine then...
She takes another knife and stabs my heart over and over.
I feel blood coming out of my little mouth, the sweet taste of it calms me.
I flutter my eyes shut.
I knows she leaves with a crimson kiss.