Does it hurt?
She asks as she dips the tip of her brush in the blood that has found it's way to the floor.
If it does I am sorry, she whispers
But, I need to finish my masterpiece before you die on me.
Coagulated blood doesn't spread as easily as fresh blood does,
So, can you sense the desperation here?
As he tries to move away she grabs his injured leg,
Now now, she says with the smile still present on her face it's a little too late for that.
I don't think you fully grasp the situation you're in, she whispers
You have to be still or you will lose more of my paint.
His mind is racing but the pain makes him stop,
He thought she was pretty she acted like such a saint.
She is concentrating on her work,
You were a very easy target, she says glancing his way.
If I didn't want to kill you so badly,
I probably wouldn't have given you the time of day.
You don't look the dating type,
Maybe that is why doing this feels like fate.
I am truly sorry though, she says
I know this must be very painful for you.
I don't want to stop your bleeding,
There isn't much I can do.
I can make you comfortable as long you don't try to move,
You could try humming something to help you self soothe.
As long as you don't die,
I could be a friend.
When I am finished with portrait,
I will sit with you until the end.
Your contribution is greatly appreciated,
It will not be forgotten.
This will be hanging on my wall,
While you are in the ground rotting.
Almost done, she whispers
Applying the finishing touches now.
I can tell you are starting to grow weak, she says as their eyes meet,
I hope death greets you with a smile, good bye my sweet.
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