‘Day of the Defaced’
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And then there was a quiet murmur, in the volume of voice a child would use when forced to apologize to his sniffling foe, and it came from her throat so quick and soft that the blade almost skipped a beat and sliced into her words.
“Destroy Me …”
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Source: bulimicvampire.deviantart.com
