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by Rie Sheridan Rose
I thought he loved me. All the expensive gifts and whispered endearments. I thought I was special. That we would be together forever. I was happy. I was cherished.
I was naive.
It wasn’t me he loved, it was the conquest. To find some innocent young thing and teach her to love the depraved things that he considered pleasurable. Then, when she was beyond redemption, to sacrifice her to his dark god.
As he did me.
The ritual shattered me body and soul. The gilt knife piercing my right eye and continuing into my brain. He left me for dead upon his stone altar.
But I had paid attention.
Even as my soul slipped free, I sent a prayer to the god he had introduced me to—begged for vengeance.
And I was answered.
My new lord and savior raised me from the dead to wreck my revenge upon my former lover. There was nothing to be done about the damage I had suffered…
…but he gave me this gift…
I will find my murderer. And then, we shall see.
Fiction © Copyright Rie Sheridan Rose
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Overheard in Hell:
Poems exploring hell and damnation. Tales of sorrow, vengeance, betrayal, and redemption. Ghosts, ghouls, and demons stalk these pages. Don’t read in a lonely house…in a darkened room by a single candle…
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