Cold Blood

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Genre: Horror

Date: 2-28-20

The muscular man held a knife to a girl's throat. She was pinned up against a wall in a dark alley and a soft breeze ruffled her hair the slightest bit.

"Please . . . don't kill me . . ." The girl pleaded, tears dripping from her hazel eyes. She already had multiple scars and fresh wounds across her body and her legs trembled as if they would give way any second now.

"You are of no use to me anymore. Unless . . ." The man said, his dark green gaze piercing her hazel eyes.

A spark of hope appeared in the girl's eyes. "Unless what? I'll do anything!"

The man grinned slightly but darkly. "You have to kill your sister." He said simply.

The girl's eyes widened in horror and the tiny spark of hope in her eyes vanished. "What?! Oh, no, I couldn't! Dominic, I'll do anything else, please!" She pleaded desperately, tears now streaming down her face.

Dominic slowly shook his head. "This was your last chance. Looks like you'll be losing your sister anyway."

He neatly slit the girl's throat and a slight whimper could be heard from her before her legs gave way and she collapsed, the life already drained from her. Dominic turned and slowly walked away, his green expressionless eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

Dominic belongs to -oceanmist-.

~ Spirit

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