Precious Treasure 36/100

The hearts in the jars on the desk were her precious treasures. She kept them as a testament to her victories over others. She would charm them with the right look or the right smile. Her voice would be charming and dark, drawing them in like flies drawn into the spider’s web. It was all good fun to her; others never hurt her. It was fun to watch them squirm and run as she hunted them; their faces mixed with such powerful emotions were a sight to see.

They always thought they could run away from her; they were wrong.

Word Count: 100

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