The Prey

The Prey

“I want your body,” he whispered.

I smiled. And walked up to him.

“Which do you want? My body or my soul?”

He was startled. He was confused. “What do you mean?” he asked.

I looked at him deeply. My expression was not of pleasure but of cold and calculated gloating. I already know of his plan to murder me tonight. I gave him a deep kiss and whispered to him.

“Listen, I am the hunter not the prey.”

Slowly, I slipped in the dagger. Gently and deeply. Until he was down on the floor.

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