Submissive Academy
Bright, shocking red, blooming outward like a horrible, unstoppable flower.
My blood.
It spreads so fast I can almost hear it soaking the fabric, dripping onto the floor in soft, wet splashes.
I lift my eyes to Melody.
She’s standing there, breathing hard, a gun clutched tightly in her hand. Aimed at me. A thin trail of smoke curls from the barrel, snaking upward in the dark like a sinister ribbon.
She smiles.
It’s a sweet, almost innocent smile — except for the hate glinting in her eyes.
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