She looked so beautiful lying there, so innocent, almost like the first time they'd met. She'd been blindfolded then. Naked and kneeling on the floor, eager to meet her new Master.
Everyone had been fooled by her act, especially him. He frowned at the blood on his fingers, and picked up the rose. One petal at a time he counted. Will she, or won't she?
The last petal fell on the floor and he crunched it into the ground, the delicate perfume of the flower sweetening the stench of blood and sweat.
He smiled as she woke up. Time to kill.
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