first draft.

TEN VIRGINS

Her hand holding the black blade reached out for his throat, and ripped it open. Both of them fell heavily on the ground. The woman tried hard to keep his hands still while he was drowning with his own blood. Her eyes were captivated by the purple stain eagerly growing all over his white and blue uniform. She didn’t notice her hands were wet and purple too. The moon was hiding behind brownish clouds and dying trees. There were nothing but trees surrounding the scene and, the mesmerizing singing of insects mixed up with the rumor of the wind through the feeble leaves and boughs made an arousing symphony that wrapped everything up. she sat still for a while.The blood still ran when she decided to search the body. Her eyes stuck on the new features of his face: fat vains, the blueish color of the skin, the red and wet eyes, the expression of intense desperation. She looked for the gadget that forced her to stay no farther than five meters from the guard. If she dared to cross that imaginary line an electric stream would instantly break her back in two. Her clever hands found it after a while and quickly mashed it, mashed it to dust with the help of two rocks. The former prisoner finally got up and dragged the body amongst some bushes. Her silhouette moved over to a silent river nearby and dived. She realized she was free.