The Blood-Stained Box

She smiled softly - a desperate smile that could only have been brought on by the dreadful events that have long preceded her current situation. She should have saw it coming. She should have saw them all. But of course, she did not and now she must pay the price for losing the game. Even with her eyes were downcast to hide the intensifying waves of hysteria rolling over her, suffocating her she could still feel the hateful dogs in their uptight ensembles and glistening shoes step forward to accept their kill with a curdling greed as she slowly held her head up again. A face of stone was what Sienna Moore - to the rumors of many - had been born with and which aided her the most now she traced a careless finger over the cool mahogany. It was with this face that she stared - emotionless - at her lover and her murderer.

We all have deep, dark secrets, after all - secrets that we would do unspeakable things to keep... And hers was just about to be unearthed.