Death Approaching
by Vivian Kong
Remaining a bottomless heap at the ground, growing limp with each wound that was inflicted. Invisible threads attached themselves against my barely lifeless body, held me back in a tight grip, preventing me from having any chance of escaping. A soft groan gently made its way out of my lips, as something penetrated me. The pain... rising to great heights, dropping again and again, then rising once more. Stabbed over and over, the sharp object pulling away and away from my skin once more. Torturing me, slowly torturing me, slowly torturing me.... A deep crimson red formed onto my stomach, the sickening color beginning to spread throughout my entire apron. I choked... covered my mouth, having an urge to vomit. My eyes were closing, and I blacked out immediately.
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