Silently the cold dagger slithered across his neck. He could feel its touch, hear its voice, breath its air. Death. It whispered silently to him. Slowly the hand came around to grip his shoulder.. hardly a hand.. slimed snails sheathed within their cases. What had he done to deserve this? He fought against the scream that was threatening to escape. Soon.. it would all be over.. he sighed, one last sigh.
(This was a art trade with Michelle Dietz!! Go visit her or her half of the art trade!)