Black Roses for Her
John Garnett's secretary fed me to the dogs on my own birthday.
I called his number endlessly to call for help, only for him to block my number immediately, as he fooled around with his secretary at the presidential suite in broad daylight.
All I felt was agony as I was ripped into countless little pieces, still holding on to the black rose seeds he had given me when we were younger.
That was not thrilling enough for the secretary, however, she buried me in the backyard of John' villa, intent on making my perished soul watch their bedroom activities.
It was not until rain poured a month later, and a cluster of black roses suddenly grew in the backyard.
"Where's Claire? I was just scaring her with the dogs—did she run away just to spite me?"
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