Sweet Lindsay

I held my fiancé, my sweet Lindsay, in my arms. I clutched her to me. We sat in a clearing. The woods circling us.

"Please…" She whimpered. I know that she wanted us to run. The woods around us were filled with their glowing yellow eyes. But they had us surrounded. There was nowhere we could go.

"Shhh… It’ll be okay." I brushed her soft brown hair. She started to cry, my sweet Lindsay, as they drew nearer.

They were covered in dark fur. I saw hunger in their glowing yellow eyes. I could see their pinpoint teeth covered in slaver. I could hear their ragged breathing.

My fiancé, my sweet Lindsay, she was struggling, she wanted to run, she wanted to flee. But I held her. She couldn’t have gotten past them.

"Lindsay, stop, they’re all around us." I whispered as I pulled her closer to me, my sweet Lindsay.

"You’re my fiancé, Lindsay…" I cooed to her. I looked down at her, my sweet Lindsay, I could feel her tugging, twisting at my dark fur with her clutched little fists. "And i’ll be damned if I’m going to share you." I brought my pinpoint teeth down around her neck. Her blood… Just like Lindsay… She was always sweet… Maybe the next girl would be too…

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Credits to: Maanta