asphyxiation
He smiled down on her with cold eyes, watching as his thorny vines cut into her skin, wrapped around her neck, choked her.
Dripping red began to stain the white of her dress, of the floor.
When the Keyblade Master arrived, he was greeted with the lovely, terrifying, silent image of her death.
She hadn't even had time to scream.
So I finally wrote stuff again. During CoM!
Gruesome. Sorta.
R&R?