A black rose

Fear filled the eyes of a young man and shivers ran down his spine as a young woman approached him with a black rose held firmly between her teeth. She smiled friendly at her victim but the eyes of the woman were filled with desire. The desire to manipulate the frightened human on the chair, the desire to find out if she was right with her assumptions.

“Look at you now,” the woman said at an extremely friendly but threatening tone, “no longer the proud man, are you? Just another weak, worthless piece of crap who does not deserve to breathe the same air as I take in.” She pulled the rose from between her lips and stroked with it past the face of the hostage who closed his eyes as tears ran down his face.

“Please, I beg for your mercy. I never did anything wrong to you or your daughter.” The frightened man did not dare to look up as the voice of his female guard cut through his begging. “Silence! I did not allow you to speak there, did I? I did not allow you to do anything… just sit here and do as I say.”

The cold way of acting and the fear for his life became too much to endure. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling in pain and agony as his body began to shake uncontrollably. His breathing slowly faded, his limbs became powerless. The ropes which seemed so tight slid off his body as it relaxed upon experiencing mortality.

“So it is true, humans can kill with their minds,” the angel mumbled as she spread her black wings and disappeared in the night.