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—————————–He squeezed, blood oozing from his fist with a sickening squish. He laughed as the red-black liquid flowed freely down his arm and dropped silently to the carpet. He looked at her and opened his hand. The palm covered in blood, the wound still oozing.
‘What do you see?’
She looked at his hand, bloody, raw and shook her head quickly, inching back from him. He stepped towards her, undeterred. His voice lowered to a soft whisper.
‘All I have sacrificed.’ he said, ‘and everything I will take back.’ —————–
Somehow it seems to fit at the moment. I need to find someone to cut.
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