DESPAYR
At Night she Walks the Beaches...
What was it that made her protest against him? She knew what he'd do and for some reason she couldn't help herself. Was she as twisted as him really and just fighting it? What would happen if she just let go? Her thoughts raced as she stood there before her son. Open and bleeding. She could feel the blood trickling down her leg but pain... No she felt none. It was more a sensation at her side. A reminder of what he was capable of and damned it if she kind of didn't want more. Her teethed gritted at the thought. He was slowly breaking her down. Soon to bend at his will. She shook her crown to rid herself of all the thoughts. Two toned eyes stared upon her brother as he bragged of his handy work. Unmoving, waiting for what was to come next...
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