“I can offer you forever beauty,” he whispered as he let a lock of her honeyed hair fall through his fingers. “Forever like this, forever adored...don’t you want that?”
His softly spoken words of seduction wove around her in a haze of desire. How she wanted that! Time would steal her beauty from her, she knew that with an agonising clarity – but he promised her all that she wanted.
She moistened her lips. With a tremulous nod of the head, she gave her wordless agreement.
With a rapidity that was impossible to defend against, he pressed the gleaming blade against the milk-white curve of her throat.
One cut, neat and precise. Her beauty unmarred, forever preserved, just as he had promised.
Forever remembered.
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