I first saw her from across the room. She was holding a champagne flute and wearing a red dress. Her long hair was loosely tied back with a red ribbon tied in a bow. She turned around, saw me, and smiled. She began to walk over. I already knew what was going to happen tonight. I would take her home, we would sit and talk in front of the fire, we would start to make love, and then I would kill her. I’d use the silver knife to cut her throat, and create a ribbon to match the one in her hair in blood. I’d watch the life flow out of sapphire eyes like the blood pooling on the floor, dripping from her fingertips. She was walking towards her death, and she had no idea.

“Hello” she said. Her dress was satin.

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