Death's Day
The more the man struggled, the stronger she felt.
Kill him!
“Help!” The man managed to blurt out before Annabel shut his breath. He could only gasp for air now.
He raped the little girl!
Her strength came from her hate; her hatred for what the priest had done to her, what her body had become; her hatred for the priest and every other person like him in the world.
Soon, the struggling stopped. The man fell to the floor, dead.
When Annabel opened her eyes, they were glowing, the same eerie light that she had seen in the sculpture’s eyes.
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