This is a story that I created with a small amount of help from my friend. I'm thinking that I may write a story about the little girl (Lily is her name), but I'm not entirely sure. I would like feedback on this short story before I try for a novel. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated, as well as any ideas on how to turn this into a chapter story.

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"Wanna play?"

The prisoner looked at the little girl in confusion, running a hand through his short brown hair. The guards had thrown him, a convicted murderer, into a rather bare room with a child, but why? Were they going to give him the pleasure of one last kill before his execution or something?

No, that didn't make any sense. He looked the girl up and down; she was only around eight or nine years old, but something didn't seem right about her. She looked normal enough, though perhaps a bit pale, with black hair that reached just below her shoulder blades and green eyes. She appeared innocent and cheerful, wearing a faded pink dress with a black belt around the mid section and staring up at him with huge, bright eyes.

"What kinda game?" the prisoner asked at last.

"It's fun," she promised eagerly. "Does that mean you'll play with me? That's great! I haven't had someone to play with in a long time."

The prisoner looked around warily. There was nothing in the room except some stains on the walls, though they were somewhat hard to see in the dim light. "What're we gonna play?"

"You'll see," the girl answered with a grin. She clapped her hands together and the lightbulb that was swinging loosely from the ceiling went out. It was only then that the prisoner realized the girl's eyes were glowing.

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Screams that couldn't be completely muffled by the iron door floated out and reached the guards' ears. When they ceased, the two guards opened the door and peered inside.

Blood was caked over the floor, the walls, and the little girl. "He wasn't that much fun," she lamented. "He didn't really put up much of a fight. But there's always next time, at least!" She laughed, a shrill, echoing sound that chilled the guards to the bone.