"Those eyes could kill ma'am", I say nervously.
"Well kill me then, so that I will not kill", She replies.
I smile, not just any smile.
A pure smile of contentment.
This woman will kill me, I'm sure of it.
I hope it is slow, and easy.
The kind of death that only few could endure.
I am one of them.
but who am I to speak?
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