Shhhh...just open your eyes, love. Don't be
scared. I simply like painting with your tears
and
writing with your blood.
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Insanity At Play
The soft brush smolders across the girl's cheek, the paint cold and wet. The girl flinches, her eyes watery and alert like a doe grazing in an open, solemn field.
"Don't you fear, love. You’ll be soon ready," James coaxed, laughing lightly as he angled her face to paint that surface. Jerking, the girl tried to prevail herself out of the man's grasp, but it only resulted in recieving a more firm, vice-like grip on her upper arm and chin.
His snickers died down promptly and his personality upturned to anger.
"Stay still, mio burattino," he gritted out, grinding his teeth.Then, he smiled, his lips lifting up.
TBA