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The knife slid in to my flesh with frightening ease. The pain was as sharp and silver bright as the blade. The blood welled, pooled, ran, as the knife pulled free from my wrist, and cut again.
“Ben.” From the door, the faintest breath on the air.
The knife in my hand carved down towards the elbow. Blood gushed like a geyser, steaming in the frozen night.
“Ben.” Her voice, the ghost of a whisper. Her eyes, despairing, black.
I gasped as the knife came free.
“Now, the other arm,” she said.
A puppet on her strings, helpless, I obeyed.

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    Frenchie over 9 years ago

    That is frightening. Well written, gloomy but very enjoyable and I like the twist :)

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    Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago

    Thanks.

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    Rodindeadpan over 9 years ago

    You disturbed my psyche tremendously. Thank you.

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    Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago

    Always a pleasure

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    Bryan Thomas over 9 years ago

    Well scary.

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    Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago

    Thanks - this is yet another one based at least partly on a dream, although the ending bit is original. Hope you enjoyed it.

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    Horrorshow over 9 years ago

    Excellent drabble, Jonathan.

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    Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago

    Thanks.

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