[She cries out again as he pulls the blade out, reaching towards her chest to try and stem the sudden and heavy flow of blood rushing out. Not even a few seconds have passed before she leans against the wall, darkness encroaching on the edges of her vision.
It isn’t welcome, the exhaustion that settles onto her like a thick blanket. From her spot on the ground, with hands still slippery with blood, she tries to push herself up. She wants to leave, she wants...]
Help...
[She doesn’t mean to whisper, but it’s barely audible regardless. This isn’t one of the fairy tales she loved as a child, though. Instead, her eyes slide shut, and it’s not long before—
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It isn’t welcome, the exhaustion that settles onto her like a thick blanket. From her spot on the ground, with hands still slippery with blood, she tries to push herself up. She wants to leave, she wants...]
Help...
[She doesn’t mean to whisper, but it’s barely audible regardless. This isn’t one of the fairy tales she loved as a child, though. Instead, her eyes slide shut, and it’s not long before—
Guinevere Beck is dead.]