A Death and A Wedding
My wound was still bleeding rapidly.
Due to my excessive blood loss, I had lost the ability to shout for help. However, I could still hear their voices.
They were impatient. "Speak up. Are you dead?"
Three consecutive calls, three were three chances, yet no one came to my rescue.
I could clearly feel the murderer cutting into my skin with a knife and whispering in my ear.
"It's Samantha's wedding today. It's your blessing to be able to use your blood to commemorate her."
After cutting off my limbs bit by bit with a knife, he cut open my stomach. Blood flowed all over the floor. I was dead, completely dead.
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