FOREVER (1054 words, Horror)

He found her in one of the dingy Whitechapel brothels. As soon as he stepped inside, he was drawn to her: a pretty, frail creature, no more than twenty years old. She was timid, frightened, and clearly new to a life of prostitution. Her dress hung loose on her undernourished frame, and when she coughed, he caught sight of a few drops of blood on her pale hand before she wiped it away onto her dark, threadbare skirt. He could practically smell death on her, could almost see the Grim Reaper himself standing behind her, waiting to steal her away from life. She was perfect.

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