Candice's hands were as cold as a marble floor in the dead of winter. Her gloves did not seem to help much in keeping a semblance of heat around her fingers or palms. She did the first thing that popped into her lovely little head. She slid her knife ever so gracefully in a southern arc toward Laura's nether regions. She stopped the tip approximately three finger widths down from the center and bottom of Laura's sternum. Now, as her incapacitated victim watched in horror, Candice deftly pressed the knife forward into her flesh. She made sure to angle it inward toward Laura's core so that its tip could reach up and into the heart. This knife was certainly long enough to get that job done.
Success! The bloodflow cascaded freely from the wound. Candice buried her freezing hands into the small pool that formed in the cup of Laura's belly. Oh, it felt so warm! Candice could not help but hunch over and press deeper into the abdomen to completely engulf her hands in heated crimson. Candice smiled slyly as the life ebbed from Laura's eyes leaving an empty husk that so recently held the hopes and desires of one of the first on Candice's list.
As simple a death as it was, Candice could not help but feel a sense of pride in her first kill. And, as a bonus, her hands were now quite warm, although slightly a mess with coagulating and dripping blood. Damn if she did not deserve this. Fucking bitch had it coming! "I can't wait to meet up with Maddie," Candice whispered to no one. "We're going to have a great time together."
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A Dish Best Served Cold
HorrorHer fragile soul shattered, Candice must find a way to pull herself together enough to serve vengence upon those who slathered her with a trauma so severe, she is willing to do anything to find her stolen innocense.
