Her figure was lanky, skinny and what was shown of her skin was a sickly white colour.
She took a step into the bitter coldness of the night, clenching her fists tightly.
The hood over her head kept her identity hidden from prying eyes, stalking her every step.
She pursed her lips, keeping her pace steady, calm.
It was Immoral to feel what she felt, the society she lives in looks down on it.
But it wasn't something easily helped.
She followed the cobblestone until she came to a forest.
From there she had to make her own path, kicking through the fallen leaves of autumn, and jumping over high standing roots.
There was no longer any form of light aside from the moon's menacing glow and the trees were all naked, creating a scene similar to one of a horror film.
Out of habit she muttered apologies to anything she bumped into or brushed against.
She kept walking, until she undoubtedly found the tree line she was searching for.
From there, she stopped moving completely. As if she was paralysed.
The smell of dirt and her own perspiration seemed stronger as well.
She could feel the wind blowing harder.
It was trying to warn her.
Run away child, run.
She stayed in her place, not letting herself be discouraged.
"So you came."
The girl looked around in the dark pointlessly, trying to find the face that belonged to the voice.
"Yes. I cannot afford to pay you what I owe…" She replied, holding her arms out, feeling for body warmth.
"That won't do." The voice was gruff, as always.
He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close to him.
She clung to him tightly, accepting her fate.
"Be gentle… I beg you…" She whispered, trying to touch his face, wanting his identity.
He traced her figure lightly with his hand, before unzipping her cloak, allowing it to fall onto the dirt.
She buried her head on his neck as he slipped his hand under her shirt and lightly cupped her breast.
He cocked his head to the side, centimetres from her ear.
"Shush… I won't hurt you…" He whispered, sending chills down her back.
Then, her eyes widened- feeling intense agony in her chest, and she soon realised he had stabbed his hand through her torso and had her heart gripped in the palm of his hand.
"Much."
He leant forward and kissed her lips, before jerking his hand back violently.
The organ was still beating, and he pressed it through his own skin.
Her corpse fell to the ground, blood-drenched and lifeless.
He stared down at it with cold eyes.
"Your debt has been payed."
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