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What does she have of different? She loved me... She listens to me... But most importantly, She worships me. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° " I can't b-breath. " Gasping for air, fear run down my face in droplets. In such a desperate situation like this, those were my only words before I collapsed in a fit of sobs. Watching my suffocating expression in her rosy orbs only added volume to my cries. How did we end up like this? Her hands slowly untighten themselves off my neck, took a few uncertain steps back, and stared at her hands in horror. My back slumped down the wall. I cough violently to fill my lungs, my first instincts automatically pulled me into resigning in a cocoon of my own limbs, as I gasped in my sobs. Resting my head on the cold hard floor, I uttered the foreseeable words to end my agony: " Ille, please. " Crimson and organs were scattered in the next second, and her hand, that previously choking me fell in front of me, next were her arms until there was nothing left than her head. Weak and on the verge of passing out, the realization of such a butchery couldn't pump enough blood to reach my brain. She seems to gasp at that fact as well and picked me up with a single arm as she usually does. With a harsh jerk, she efficiently got rid of my aggressor's blood off her hand and raised her hand to caress my cheek. Planting a kiss on my forehead and without a once of regret, she crushed her head under her boot as if they were mere leftover germs. " Mercy is not something you should expect from me, little god. " She then begins to walk toward the exit. " Especially to something who had enough spunk to threaten the God who is soon to be mine to worship. " Please don't look at me, I was weak.
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