The sound of your neck snapping is the most wonderful thing i could imagine. I wish i could take my hands and gently wrap them around your neck, feeling the soft skin, and look you right in those big blue eyes. I would say to you "I remember when you said you loved me. It made me sick to my stomach," and your face would warp into that of shock. You would struggle to get away but my grip would tighten. You would kick, cry, and scream but nothing you did would let me free you. I would laugh as you cry. "Why are you doing this to me," you shout. I simply reply, "I must protect my beloved," and the last thing you see before i twist your head around would be my face, smiling.

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