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"So, my king," I whispered stroking the edge of a blood splattered rose, "I've come back. And I hunger at the sight of you lying there gasping for breath. I like watching the blood soak into your golden suit. The blood of your life." My king was beautiful even as he laid there dying. He was still the man I loved. Red dripped from his chest and slid onto the floor. The blow to his heart was enough to kill him, but soft enough to let him live through endless pain before dying. I won't let him die though. I'll make sure he doesn't die that easily. I had lots of fun planned, this was just the beginning. He was going to feel every inch of pain I