Sweet Revenge Of Pain

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The heels of her shoes were hitting the floor, making a rhythmic beat that gave off a bad vibe.
She got to where I was and crouched down to my level. "Huh, poor baby," she said in a cry-like voice as she shook her head in self-pity and patted my head, then whispered 
"Shh, don't cry; it will soon be over," she said, still gently patting my head.
She brought out a small, shiny silver knife that I hadn't noticed she had been holding for a while.
"Clara, please stop whatever you are planning to do." I pleaded in fear and looked at her in horror as I tried to process what she intended to do with the knife. 
"My, my, my, someone is scared; don't worry, I won't be too hard on you." She coaxed me and laughed like a maniac when she saw the expression on my face.
"Please, for the sake of our friendship, please stop." I begged for mercy.
"Shut! Shut the fuck up!" She punched me in the face until her hand was colored with my blood. 
I was too weak to fight back as she slashed my stomach slowly and deeply, making a path