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Her fingers, those long black nails, penetrated my skin. Crimson blood oozed out around her deadly nails and dripped onto the floor. It wasn't long before a puddle formed. She had my heart in her blood spattered hands. The sound of the blood pouring out of my still beating heart and onto the floor sounded as if there were a leaking faucet in the room. Everything became blurry and I began to drift away. This is my end.

Dead is my being for now. I lay in a pile of my own rotting flesh. My own blood leaving me as it trailed away and lined the tile floor.