The Flesh Beneath The Flesh – 50 Word Story

She looks at him as if her eyes were knives and thrusts them across his neck in bloody fashion. “I said,” she says softly as she meets his vicious glare once more. “If you want me to keep pretending, I need the things that give me the ability to continue!”

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