She lay there with her eyes wide open, unmoving in the chill of the night air. Her eyes were once the windows to her soul, now they were just cold empty blue orbs. No life, no soul shone through them. The only light was the stars reflecting in her eyes.
He sat there and gazed at her. She lay there unmoving on the grassy hill. She had never satisfied him until the moment when the light faded from her eyes as his hands gripped her neck tightly. There was nothing greater that the sound of her gasping for breath, the hint of betrayal clear in her eyes. Of course this wasn't the first time he'd done this. Every time he killed someone he got that familiar rush of pride. He lay back and let the stars reflect in his wide green eyes.
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