I don't know where this came from. I really don't.
Fii froze, acutely aware of the searing edge of a blade against the nape of his neck. The cool metal sizzled against the heat of his flesh, threatening to slice through thin skin. Sweat edged down into his eyes. There was the breath of another behind his back now, and an elbow digging into his back with aggrieved aggression. He shivered involuntarily.
“Good game,” hiss-rasped a voice into his ears. It was a woman’s voice. He flinched. Her hands moved.
That was how this story ended.
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She grimaced, acutely aware of the fiery heat of the hilt in her palms. The searing leather sizzled against the heat of her flesh, threatening to scorch through her calloused skin. Sweat edged into her eyes. She could smell the sour rankness of fear on his skin, and pushed her elbow into his back with aggrieved aggression. She could feel her own terror.
“Good game,” she hiss-rasped into his ears, and felt him flinch. WIth a surgeon’s precision, she moved.
That was how this story began.