Stab Me Again She pulled the knife from her chest, blood slowly running down the middle of her torso and soaking into her silky green shirt.
He was standing a few feet in front of her, in shock at what he had just done. With a nasty smirk protruding on her face as she straightened her posture, she looked at him and asked, “Was that supposed to hurt?”
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