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She’d had enough.
His end was near, didn’t know it though. He was clueless.
Her knuckles tightened around the elegantly shaped wine glass. Instinct and rage fueled the glass crashing into the side of the table. Only one crescent-shaped shard fell away.
It was the perfect edge to damage a pulsing artery.
She gracefully, furiously, lunged for the side of his throat. His vital organ cut wide-open. A rhythmic stream began pumping out, gushing blood down and out over his body. With stunned horror, he gripped his throat to stop the bleeding.
She watched, fascinated, as he was dying.
I Write Her 
Gory but gloriously written. Makes me curious as to what pushed her to that action.
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Excellent, glad it came through that way, Val. Oh, I imagine he was a horrid man.
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oh i can’t stand the site of blood.. chilling! 💖
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Look away! 😉
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💖😂😂😂
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🙂 I get it. Bloody scenes can be horrific.
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so true but you done good on yours💖💖
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Thanks, Cindy! ❤
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Brilliant! 🖤
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❤ Thanks, Charmer! 🙂
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You’re always welcome 😊🖤
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Gruesome … but good. 😎
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How splendid that came across! 😉 Glad you liked it, Nan. 🙂
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How gruesome.
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Totally what I was going for. 🙂 Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re welcome my friend
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