She traces upwards and turns the knife flat on your stomach. A quick scrape. She lifts the blade to your eye-line. She puts the blade between both her and your lips. Mouths press against metal, as she slides the blade away and you enter a deep kiss. Your blood on each other’s lips.
The blade dances down. Her tongue flicks now. She’s excited. The blade continues to descend.
The kiss ends. She holds you by the shoulder and then she stabs you. Falling limply, your head hinges down, and you watch your blood drip onto the floor. Shortly after, you die.
THE END.
