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>She kept smiling, until it turned into a twisted smile, twisted by the sense of satisfaction and joy, but also twisted by the cold blooded nature she had developed. The smile on her face was a cold smile and it seemed more animalistic than human. It was like an instinct, an instinct of a predator, a predator who had just hunted down and killed its prey. She was staring at her lover's lifeless body, admiring the work she had done. It was beautiful, beautiful to her. The work she had done was beautiful, the joy she was feeling was beautiful and the power she was feeling, was beautiful. The smile on her face kept getting even more twisted and animalistic, it became the smile of a predator, who was hungry for more.
