No wars over you
[06:47] Crow (melchior.wardell) had dragged her to the others that had been waiting on him with the sleens, that had indicated she might have been in this city. The night before he had spoken to the Slaver and knew that she would be kept in the kennels untill he came to claim her again. He pulled her to her feet making her balance on her toes, while his other hand snaked around her throat. His eyes were as glass, showing nothing of his anger eventhough it was there. “Perhaps I hoped that you would be saved from this … but now … that I face you … I can’t say I regret it that much after all.” he said to her while he used more pressure on her throat. “I believe there is this common knowledge when it comes to slaves that run away.” he whispers.
[06:48] Crow (melchior.wardell) had little trouble keeping her, clearly after lifting her up like he did “You see, slut, I never really loved you. I don’t think I even cared that much about you.” he stated. “I could have just cut your tongue and be certain that you would state those lies.” he added tonelessly. “You have failed so often, that I could have killed you just as much as there are hours in a day, but still … but I trained you well … you would always be with the bitterness you have showed me so often.” his eyes now held that glare that showed his disgust of her. “A shame perhaps, a waste of my time and yours if I am honest, but again you have forced me to do what is needed. So in a way … You have showed how poor of a slave you truly are. Thinking it is you that can make any desicions. ” he now took his dagger from its sheath.
[06:48] Crow (melchior.wardell) kept her in this vice grip “I believe it was you that once liked to brag about my talent with women … and here you are … one of those that feels she might be smarter and yet has never seen that I just let you believe there was more. ” there was now this vicious grin. “It served a purpose … slut … that you thought I would be capable of love … but there has been only one I ever loved and she is in the city of dust.” he now thrusts the dagger in her chest, aimed to puncture her lung and angling it so that he would reach her heart just a bit located under her breastbone. His eyes didn’t seem to hold any compassion, there was nothing.
[06:49] Crow (melchior.wardell) felt how her blood runs over his hand while he twisted the dagger to be sure the blood would rush out of her and end it swiftly. “Be gone … and let us hope that your deceit will not haunt you in the city of Dust.” his hand on her throat had become more thighter by the rush of adrenaline that was now running through him. Although he didn’t enjoy to kill, he now felt that moment of peace come over him. She had been a burden long enough and with what he had learned over the past days, knew that death could be the only release from it. This time there was no tender moment, no last gentle touch only the uncompromising killer he was.
[06:50] Crow (melchior.wardell) finally felt there was no pulse and dropped the body by withdrawing his dagger and releasing her throat. He cleaned his dagger and sheathed it. He looked down, as if he was looking at a dead animal, which she was in his mind. He ensured she was truly dead and threw her before the sleen. The Sleen had done well in his search of her and seemed to understand that he was now given the treat. The animal was vicious and started to take large chunks of her flesh with his razorsharp teeth and didn’t seem to have any issue with swallowing the pieces. There had been no love, not even care while he regarded the scene before him. Perhaps there had been to much grief in all of this time, to even bother himself with it. “Will you fight wars over me … ” he smirks, knowing she had asked that question number of times “As if … ” he mutters while he sees the sleen take her last remains.
Crows Murder 
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