For My Dying Angel
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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
571
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
For My Dying Angel
“It won’t be messy, I promise. I’ll make it clean and gentle.”
Magan lowered her head, overcome.
“Will you let me do this?”
She felt a sob choking her throat, but forced it down, and nodded.
Stuart sighed with relief, and wrapped his arms around her. He pressed her head against his heart, and felt the shudder of her body as she tried to suppress a sob.
“Let it go, baby. You can’t hold that in.”
She broke down sobbing, and Stuart stroked her back soothingly, murmuring gently in her ear. He reached behind him and pulled a knife from his backpocket. Magan stiffened when she saw it out of the corner of her eye.
“Oh…” She mumbled, and tried to push away from him.
“Shhhh…” He whispered, pressing her gently closer.
“Not with that,” She begged. “Oh, please not with a knife!”
“Baby, it’s only gonna hurt for a moment. I’ll push it through just once through your back. Hold tight to me and try to relax. That way it won’t hurt so much.”
Magan squeezed tightly to his chest, trembling violently. She felt the blade on her back, and stiffened.
“Please be gentle,” She whispered.
“Just relax, sweetheart. Trust me; it is so much easier to just relax. Take some deep breathes, okay? That’s it. This will all be over soon.” With those words, he swiftly pushed the knife into her flesh. Magan screamed, and reeled away from him. He caught her in his arms. Blood gushed from behind her, covered his arms.
“Magan!” He called to her. She lay; eyes squeezed shut, and writhing in his arms. “No, Magan, stop! Don’t struggle!”
At length she laid still, her body shuddering around the blade of the knife. He pulled it out in one motion. She moaned, sobbing, and squeezing his hand.
“It’s gonna be okay. It’ll only hurt a little longer. And then you’ll be with me.” He sighed, laying his forehead down on hers.” “We’ll be together.”
Her eyelids fluttered softly. Blood stained the corners of her mouth. The last thing she saw was the eyes of Stuart staring compassionately down on his bride. She couldn’t hear him anymore, but could vaguely see his lips were moving as he murmured soothing words to her. He stroked her forehead, held her close to him, until finally her eyes rolled back into her head and she gave up a sweet, soft sigh, the last of her essence fading away….
Magan lowered her head, overcome.
“Will you let me do this?”
She felt a sob choking her throat, but forced it down, and nodded.
Stuart sighed with relief, and wrapped his arms around her. He pressed her head against his heart, and felt the shudder of her body as she tried to suppress a sob.
“Let it go, baby. You can’t hold that in.”
She broke down sobbing, and Stuart stroked her back soothingly, murmuring gently in her ear. He reached behind him and pulled a knife from his backpocket. Magan stiffened when she saw it out of the corner of her eye.
“Oh…” She mumbled, and tried to push away from him.
“Shhhh…” He whispered, pressing her gently closer.
“Not with that,” She begged. “Oh, please not with a knife!”
“Baby, it’s only gonna hurt for a moment. I’ll push it through just once through your back. Hold tight to me and try to relax. That way it won’t hurt so much.”
Magan squeezed tightly to his chest, trembling violently. She felt the blade on her back, and stiffened.
“Please be gentle,” She whispered.
“Just relax, sweetheart. Trust me; it is so much easier to just relax. Take some deep breathes, okay? That’s it. This will all be over soon.” With those words, he swiftly pushed the knife into her flesh. Magan screamed, and reeled away from him. He caught her in his arms. Blood gushed from behind her, covered his arms.
“Magan!” He called to her. She lay; eyes squeezed shut, and writhing in his arms. “No, Magan, stop! Don’t struggle!”
At length she laid still, her body shuddering around the blade of the knife. He pulled it out in one motion. She moaned, sobbing, and squeezing his hand.
“It’s gonna be okay. It’ll only hurt a little longer. And then you’ll be with me.” He sighed, laying his forehead down on hers.” “We’ll be together.”
Her eyelids fluttered softly. Blood stained the corners of her mouth. The last thing she saw was the eyes of Stuart staring compassionately down on his bride. She couldn’t hear him anymore, but could vaguely see his lips were moving as he murmured soothing words to her. He stroked her forehead, held her close to him, until finally her eyes rolled back into her head and she gave up a sweet, soft sigh, the last of her essence fading away….