Panic Room
Those were my victims, my prey, and it felt so good to claim more and more of those damned souls without even really having to try, all because of something as simple as an inflated ego or a poor poker face.
No one had ever got one over on me, no one but the sliest of them all. The viper that none of us saw coming. Lilith, the cold-hearted bitch that was after my own heart.
And fuck did she get it. She held that thing in her hand while it took its last few beats. She was a vixen, a damned goddess who was painted red with my own blood. A sight to be seen, one I could never erase from my mind even if I wanted to. The look of pure savagery, with a smile on her lush lips and no spark of remorse
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