His eyes were filled with a terrible greed that infected his breath the odor of darkness. A cold chill ran down Mei's spine.
He took her head in his hands and kissed her on the nose, and then took her windpipe in a hold that slowly closed it off.
She struggled, but knew it was too late. Sickening black swirls teased at her gray matter, giggling torturously.
Good night sweet princess, the midget's eyes danced with a mischievous hate-filled glee.
"No..." her plea was a no more than a strained gasp.
Yes, the midget smiled. His large forehead went back in a cackle, and then came down in a scream.
The sound of her nose breaking was the last thing Mei heard before she succumb to the welcome, painless dark.
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