PHOEBE
He tugs at her hands and she laughs, her nails sinking into skin as she held on. It felt good, too good, to watch the moment of panic as he realized the trap he fell into. But it didn't laat long as the cockiness returned. He didn't think she could do it. He didn't think she could kill him. But she could. And she would. The asshole deserved it.
But he asked who said he wanted to be loved. She laughed in his face.
"You. You're just bad with words." she hissed, sliding her thumbs until they found the raise in his throat. Quickly she pressed down against his Adam's apple, still intent in her goal. The only way to destroy the flower was to destroy him first.
But he asked who said he wanted to be loved. She laughed in his face.
"You. You're just bad with words." she hissed, sliding her thumbs until they found the raise in his throat. Quickly she pressed down against his Adam's apple, still intent in her goal. The only way to destroy the flower was to destroy him first.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
