~ octavia ~
i've never been one to show my emotions.
i found it embarrassing, weak.
i'd never cry in front of anyone.
i'd never break down in front of anyone.
no one.
i'd never been one to show my anger.
and sometimes, i get really angry.
so angry i want to scream, but, i never do.
i never scream.
but right now, that's all i want to do.
"you motherfucker! i'm going to cut your fucking small dick off and shove it down your throat, i'll wait for you to shit it out and shove it so far up your ass it'll come back up your thro-mmphh", he did not just gag me.
i'm tied up in the back of a fucking van, this is so cliche.
should've put a free candy sign on it while he was at it.
it's still dark, meaning that drug must've put me out for a couple of hours, meaning i could be anywhere right now. i swear to god once i get free i'm going to castrate this motherfucker.
i hope he feels my deathly stare at the back of his fat head.
he meets eyes with me in the mirror, "stop staring, you call me a creep."
prick.
asshole.
wanker.
cunt.
pretty boy.
wait what? no, he's ugly.
i'm losing my mind, i'm so fucking bored, he could of at least given me a fucking pillow, this van floor is so uneven.
"go to sleep octavia, we've got a long ride."
die.
die.
die.
die.
rolling my eyes i roll on my side, facing away from him, he's to hideous to look at. staring at the van wall i realise how strange this motherfucker is, i ran into him twice last night, and tonight? he was probably stalking me the fucking motherfucker.
fucking motherfucker.
catchy.
with mother better to do i close my eyes, falling into a very bumpy sleep, they should fix this road.
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~ pheonix ~
she's a fucking snorer.
a loud one with that.
it had been six hours since i drugged her at the bonfire, only five more until we reached the portal.
my father requested her alive, after finding out she was the nephilim we had been looking for, the one who was said to be the tainted angel. she seemed like a normal human girl, but that's what she wants us to think.
the stupid bitch bit my hand, got me good to. jesus christ, my balls are killing me...kids are out of the question.
i hope i can still wank, what if she broke my dick?
fuck.
i'll need to check on phoenix junior, poor guy. i look on the dash, 6.03am, i'd been driving since 11 last night. i could do with a bit of shuteye.
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his angel
Fantasía[the dark does not destroy the light; it defines it. it's our fear of the dark that casts our joy into the shadows] a story of a girl who meets a boy. a story where opposites attract. a story where the devil meets an angel. but there's nothing w...
