She weaved in and out like an experienced vulture; eager to get the job done so that she could have dinner. It was a dream, though more so a nightmare, all of the cruelty with none of the wickedness.
She did not mean to kill; she had to, forced by an upper hand more powerful than she. With diamond she armed her beautiful self and, wielding cruelty as her weapon, she brought the young one down with one strike.
And yet, under all that fear was love.
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