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RANVI SHEKHAWAT
Drip. Drip. Drip.
My eyes flicker as it burns every time the sweat crawls to them. Everything turns blurry but the red crimson dripping down her fingers is clear. Her red lips curled into a smile as her heels clicked on the floor every time she walked towards me.
“One day—I will kill you by twisting your neck, but today is just a trailer, Princess. You are my puppet but if you go against my words—” She paused, more blood drops down her fingers and now that she has lowered herself closer to me, I can see how the blood has filled the little gaps in her nails. It outlines them, and it's not my blood—it's her.
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