Her last breath
"I love you..." His pitch increases as rage joins in, but still, he manages to retain gentility in his voice.
"...but that doesn't mean I can't slit your throat, peanut!... DON'T ANGER ME."
Blood drips down my wrist as his blue eyes tore
me down, I could feel my fragile, lean wrist
trapped within his muscular grip.
As he screamed, my heart skipped into my mouth, memories filled my head, memories on how I willingly walked into a trap set up by the devil himself.
****
Cupid strikes yet again, boring a deadly arrow in her chest...
Krystal Gomez begins a pursuit. Little does she know that soon, she'll become his prey.