she kept me awake all night with her pleas, promised me i wouldn't even feel it. she pressed her coldmetal nails into my flesh, whispering, "i'll scar your perfect skin."
i told her i'd never fallen so far before. "don't worry," she soothed, "i'll kill you slowly."
she held me close and broke my skin, laughing in delight as i breathed deeper. appraising her crimson artwork, she smiled and said, "now you'll never be alone."

The End

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