Posted in Blog: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags: girl author, dropdeaddiva
We all have a secret place where we hide the dead bodies.
I sometimes think of him. Sometimes his face just pops in my mind without warning. And the moment I see him, I walk. Not away. But towards him.
When he sees me, he'd smile that sweet smile of his that always made my heart skip a beat. He'd hold out his hand and whisper my name.
I'd take his hand of course. Look him straight in the eyes. Pull out the knife from my back pocket and shove it straight to his heart.
Most times, I don't kill him. At least not right away. I watch him suffer to his last breath and drag him into my secret place.
I scrub the blood off the floor, whistle a happy tune, and smile.
© DropDeadDiva, 2014. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without expressed and written permission from the author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that f... Read More