Alfred fell to the floor, red handprint burning his skin. "You are a cheating whore..." His fiancé, Ivan, glared harshly down at him, raising his foot for another blow. "I can't believe that the man I changed everything for just... left..." He kicked Alfred in the throat, causing him to sputter, "... me..." another kick was delivered to his stomach, "... behind." He grabbed his pipe. "But now, I'll leave you behind... to die!" The pipe came down, clashing against its victim's skull and cracking it.
Alfred screamed in pain, gripping his wound as more were inflicted. This wasn't Ivan... not the one he loved... where was the man that proposed with a ring at the bottom of the bottle of vodka? Where was the man that, on the first date, took his love to Siberia (though he was the only one enjoying it)? When the Russian finally stopped, Alfred was a bleeding, crippled mess. Dying from blood loss. "Now you feel what I felt. But I'll call an ambulance for you, so the agony doesn't kill you just yet...~" Alfred strained to keep awake as his lover did so, making a huge lie to cover his crime. After the call ended,he slipped into unconsciousness, a sigh leaving his lips.
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So, short snippet of the book. Should I make it a full thing? Lemme know.
