Her nails raked his skin as if to never let go. She sighed with content as pleasure filled within her body. He made no sound since he didn't have the words to spill. A blissful moment everyone experiences with ecstasy. That is, if you are Abigail Dyer. The young maiden proceeded playing with the now lifeless infant. Taking his soul and watching his cinematic records fly everywhere, though very short.
It was an average day for Abigail Dyer; a grim reaper. She tossed the baby aside to some unknown part of the alley and gently smiled at the woman watching behind her.
"Thank you for the lovely gift. Would this be the 100th baby?"
"Indeed," the woman nodded, "only fifty more and you'll let my husband live?"
"Of course. Once your lover soon passes from illness, I shall bring him back healthy and happy." She stood up, tipped her top hat towards the lady and walked off into the shadows.
"After all a promise is a promise" Abigail thought to her self.
ERMAHGERD SUCH A SHORT CHAPTER! D: IT LOOKED LONGER ON MY IPOD... Anyways, sorry for not updating! And for deleting Colonial Love. I was worried that my now ex-boyfriend would see it ahaha... I bet you thought the first few sentences were smutty? eue BUT SOON IT SHALL! STAY TUNED...