This is my ending to The Lady or The Tiger.
She gestured her arm to the right,
and the man, without hesitation, chose that door, but was that the best decision?
He know she possessed barbaric blood but was him getting married to another
really worse than his gruesome death? Sadly, he wasn’t the one to answer any of
these questions. His heart will always remain with the princess even if he was
wed to some lady he has never met or ripped to shreds by a tiger. As the door
in front of him opened he catch a glimpse of mesmerizing green eyes. He know
his love had saved him, but as the door opened more, he saw claws as sharp as a
blade and a snarl that it itself could make a man turn ghostly pale. Then, in a
matter of seconds everything went dark! He could taste his own blood, hear the
terrified shrieks of the witnesses, the smell of death lingering in the breath
of his killer. His body started to go numb and he wanted to scream! Scream for
help, scream his good byes to his mother, and scream vile words at his love for
sending him to his death! But he couldn’t, as if the tiger had ripped out his
tongue, he could produce nothing but muted cries. After about a minute of the
torture, he felt nothing. As if life itself was nothing but a dream, but that
joy was short lived and his body finally went limb. The man that loved the
princess was dead!
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She sat
there, beside her father, as the she once called her love strode confidently to
the door she gestured for him to go to. She would rather feel remorse and grief
of his death, than raging jealously and hurt by watching him forcibly spend his
life with anyone that wasn’t her! Come on, she was the princess! Every man in
the world would give anything for her hand. For most this decision would have
torn them apart, but the barbaric blood that coursed though her veins engulfed
her heart, turning it cold and savage! It seized control of her mind, making
her only want one the, her opponent’s downfall! “ There is no way on Earth I
will sit back and watch my love be handed over to some lucky tramp!” A small
scream of agony snapped the princess back into focus as the bloodshed began.
Her eyes were dark and emotionless as the massacre continued. If she wanted to
rule like her father, feared but respected, this was her ultimate test of will.
Finally, his body lay still, his beautiful face streaked with red, and a pool of
blood surrounded the corpse. Astonishingly, she felt nothing, no forget, no
guilt, no sorrow, just control, power, hatred. She was going to make sure the
lady behind the other door was dead by sunset!
