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“You can run but you can’t hide from me, little mouse. Did you really think you were getting away?” Cassandra teased in a low purr.
Her flies surrounded the maid, black glittering bodies buzzing and swarming the air. With long strides she shortly materialized into view, sickle in hand; never one to waste any time when it came to her prey.
A grating cackle filled the air, with her body swaying as she flew directly towards the poor targeted woman. By the black goddess above she could already smell their fear, the scent thick in the air and quickly making her mouth water with anticipation.
She had been hunting the unsuspecting maiden for weeks. Waiting for something worth deeming as an infraction, seeing how her mother had been more strict as of late and that meant less leniency when it came to the death of their staff.. But this maid had spilt a glass of wine and that was enough for Cassandra to warrant their punishment. Of course the way she had pinched and bit them with one of her flies until the glass had dropped from their trembling hands went unsaid.
With a smirk full of teeth much too sharp, she pinned the maiden to the wall of a dead end hallway, sickle cutting a thin line from where it was lodged against their throat. She watched them shake and gasp, watched their chest heave as they squirmed. It only drew forth more blood from that thin cut.
"Good! The more scared you are, the thicker the blood!"
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