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Triptych Diorama #4


very naughty boy," she accused in sibilant whisper, her voice like a thousand caresses. The man quivered like a rodent in her vice like grip. When she pulled him to her, she saw feral fear in his eyes. Then suddenly he attacked, bringing one leg up to kick her. Lightning quick, she grabbed the foot, let go with her other hand, spinning him round, snapping the leg backwards at the knee. Before the man could cry out, she brought one of her teeth daggers out from beneath her sleeve, slit the man's throat.

Blood began to stain the grass red.

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