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Cold Steel
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Cold Steel

I smiled.............
An honest smile..

I stood there

watching her tremble
I chuckled a little

tiny tears trickled down her cheek

her mind was racing
i could see that..
As she begged
why..why me.........

Why not
I thought

The sounds of her whimpers
arouse me

I admire her beauty
i sure picked one

She mumbles a little prayer
as i stroke her hair

Her body tenses
her slight scream is muffled by
the sharpness

Her head drops to her chest

The crack of the gun

across the night

I touch the last
trickle of life
from her soul

Not nearly as much blood as i thought
there would be.

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