WaterAngel-Alyssa's 100 theme challenge
11. Blood
Olette grunted. The blade pierced her and dug into her skin, like it was made out of ice.
She moaned loudly, begging for the torture to stop. But her attacker would not listen; he just kept cutting and cutting.
Slowly, her body was being cut in half, and Olette felt her mind slipping away. In a matter of moments, she had lost everything.
"Well, bitch? Let's see how pretty you feel now!" The deep, dark voice of Seifer rang in her ears.
This was what she was now; a gross pile of blood lying on the ground like an animal.
