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Strangled by the very hands of Death.

I lie in a puddle of blood.

My own consequence.

I struggled to get free.

Only to end up strangled.

I never had a chance.

Just… strangled,

and left there.

My body consumed by evil.

Red eyes become the light of night.

I appear live to all you mortals,

but inside,

evil lurks,

and I…

am dead.

Dead as the next maggot infested body,

but at least I don’t smell.



~*~ Jill ~*~