Ophelia was at the end of the tunnel when she heard an exclamation behind her. Instinctively, she crouched, and tried to identify what was in the alley.
Oh no.. oh my no. This is not good, not good. She mumbled to herself, they have found my little treasure, oh yes, surely they will cry. She clutched the teeth that were in her hand, and shoved them into a pocket in her blood-soaked skirt.
Her mind racing, she pressed herself against the wall of the alley and slinked around the corner. You cannot be seen like this, not covered in blood. Sweet, sweet blood, they will know it was you Stealing a look around the corner, and into the alley again, she was alarmed to see that whoever had been in the alley was gone. Instead, she heard shouts from the local inn.
Oh no.. oh no no no no. You're dead. You are dead! Pressing her face into her bloodstained hands Ophelia sank to the ground. All is lost.
There was no way she could reach her makeshift house by the seashore in time to change her clothes and get the blood off her skin and hair. The townspeople would be on a manhunt in a short while, nowhere would be safe.
She could picture herself, being found out, being arrested and executed. Shaking her head violently, she cast the thoughts out of her mind.
Everything inside Ophelia screamed at her to run, so she did, through the alley and over the body. Already she could hear a commotion from the inn, but she wasn't sure if it was real, or just her panicked mind.
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