I am a rose. You do not touch me. I may be pleasing to look at, but I have secrets that sting.

Chuckles. Maniacal laughter. “Yes, my pretties. I love red. Look at all the blood. I love it, I love it! Spill more. Spill more for me.” Walking towards the last cop, I brandish my dagger. “Smile, honey. Why are you shaking?”

“Why fear me?” Plunging the dagger through his heart, I allow the blood to shower my body.

“For I am a rose. A beautiful rose.”