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𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: arabella - arctic monkeys
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The rhythmic tap of the typewriter ceased abruptly as the door slammed against the wall, the dense smog from a half-burned cigar swirling around the room, obscuring the figure within. Amidst the haze, a pair of blood-red lips, twisted into a sinister smile, parted to release a cloud of smoke, as if casting a spell upon the unsuspecting intruder.
"What in bloody hell?" The startled voice sliced through the thick air as a man stumbled into the room, his briefcase crashing to the floor in a cacophony of chaos and disbelief at the sight that greeted him.
"Ah, welcome home, Winston, dear." Marianna purred, her voice dripping with honeyed venom as she met the man's bewildered gaze with her own, a gleam of mischief dancing in her hazel eyes.
"Who... who the devil are you?" Winston Barnes demanded, his nerves frayed, his mind racing to make sense of the surreal danger unfolding before him.
With a disdainful click of her tongue, Marianna extinguished her cigarette in the nearby ashtray. "Oh, do try to guess, darling. It's more fun that way."
Winston's eyes darted around the room, desperately seeking any clue to what is happening or what kind of danger the unknown woman poses, but finding none. His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with the weight of his mounting panic.
"You... you're not supposed to be here." He stammered, his voice cracking with a blend of fear and disbelief.
Marianna's laughter rang out, a melodic symphony of derision that echoed off the dingy walls.
"Oh, but I am, darling," she crooned, each word dripping with icy satisfaction. "And I've been waiting for you."
The colour drained from Winston's face as realization dawned upon him like a leaden weight. He whispered hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper. "You... you're one of them."
"One of them?" Marianna's lips twisted into a cruel smirk, the corners of her mouth curling upwards with predatory delight. "My dear, I am above whoever you're talking about."
