Underneath the Azaleas

She lay there in the grass, bound in tight ropes and quiet defeat.

Sunlight streamed through the canopy of orange and yellow leaves overhead. A slight breeze kissed her tear-stained face. She winced.

She slowly turned to her right, where she saw the azalea bushes. They were scattered across the forest floor, but she could see how they sprung up from the dried blood of the girls that came before her. She shivered.

The dark shadow crept closer.

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