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.