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Off with their heads!

Ever since I became the Red Queen all I see is the color red. The blood of all those that dare cross me flows along my courtyard. It paints every surface, even the white roses I planted are now stained permanently.

Then I see her, something deep within me wants her to beg for her life as I hold it in my hands. That perfectly porcelain skin marred beneath my knife as the blood stains her skin with just the perfect shade of red.

Will I scare the poor little thing back to where she came from, or will I go too far and her head will roll with the rest?