Her Murder. “You know why I love you, right?” There was no reply. Aaron didn’t expect any. The tense silence conquered again. “Or why I loved you?” he continued. His voice was cold. The night was much colder. They were alone for miles and miles. At least, that’s what he thought. And that’s what she feared. But she could do nothing. Her hands were tied well tight behind her. She couldn’t feel her fingers anymore. She would have blamed the way he ruthlessly tied the knot of the worn out and prickly old rope that tore her skin. But she didn’t want to. “It’s just the cold” she forced herself to believe. She didn’t even feel herself bleed; much of her dress was soaked in her dark blood. Her feet were tied up too. But in a very clumsy manner. It was almost as if he wanted her to struggle before she died. Her mouth was gagged, and her right cheek was against the cold tiled floor. She was helpless, sweating and bathed in water, kerosene and blood at the same time. Aaron held a knife. How was he going to kill her? Stab her slowly till she finally died? Burn her alive? Or just let her starve and bleed till she’s finally dead? “Do you know why I loved you?” Those were the last words she ever heard. She didn’t know how she died, but she definitely felt pain…and anger. The pain of being heart broken, and the anger for being alone again. ______________________________________________________ comments please...
Awsome, totally amazing, your alwasy suprising me with your talent Arhaz, you think i'd expect it by now, but it's always so good, great job.