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My hands shake in their binds as he lifts the knife to the flame and twists it slowly. "This will only hurt a bit," he lies. He steps closer and places the knife at my shoulder, gently pressing it in a path down my arm, not hard enough to draw blood, but leaving a thin line burned from the heat. I bite back another scream, as I know it only brings him more satisfaction. He does the same to my other arm before moving the knife to my collar bones. The unexpected gush of blood causes me to gasp as he pushes the knife in deep enough to reach bone. He cuts along their outline, leaving my bones exposed. The sound of my own screams ringing through the air pushed the pain further. "You have lovely collarbones, Dove," he remarks while dragging his hand along one. The last thing I see before I lose consciousness is him leaving the room with a wistful sigh. ~~~ This is a horror short story, and I hope you give it a chance! Thanks for reading!
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