My passion for grace is great. The lust for blood is beyond incredible. Her dance is lovely as she swiftly and gracefully slices you with her beautiful blade made of her glistening blood. You scream as the pain you feel takes over your body. It is music to my ears. Smiling as her lust grows with every cut, she licks her blade dreamily. She has no desire to stop, and I have no desire to stop her. Soon enough you are completely covered in blood. This excites her and encourages her to continue with love. Yes, I remember now. This is all for love. When is not? My love, you went too far. You made me want you so much that now I cannot stop. You will die for me. You will die for her, for I am her. She is me. We are one. We are separate. We will both cut you. Don’t look so sad my love. We meant to hurt you all along. This was all a game for us even if I did not know it yet. Your blond hair is now red. Your voice has now died off. Your eyes close. Goodbye fake lover.
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