Her body is lying emotionless. Her pale skin is whiter than a show. Her hair is darker than a night. Her opened eyes are staring at me nonstop.
Her body is lying emotionless. Her pale skin is whiter than a show. Her hair is darker than a night. Her opened eyes are staring at me nonstop. Her arms are lying on her chest, gently covering her breasts as much as they can. Her long legs are softly covering one another. Her beautiful long hair is falling down her bare shoulders into the puddle of red wine of passion and hate. The silence is remaining in the dark room. I cannot take my eyes off of her beautiful body. The dark red shadows are falling upon her eyes. Her lips are as red as a rose. She’s wearing completely nothing but a red bloody collar on her neck that seems unable to stop bleeding. My heart is beating faster than ever. So excited and scared at the same time. Cannot get enough. So passionate towards the death, and feeling like a goddess. Felling pleased after the moment my blade touched her soft skin, feeling her weakness with a sound of terrified scream. I’m taking a minuet to enjoy the moment. She’s more beautiful than she ever was. No life and no soul are filling up her body. She’s silent, not speaking a word at all. She’s more beautiful than when she was alive. She’s my first…and the best…
“dead girls are pretty”