Rydell's view
I smirked slyly as i exited my future Princess's room, 'She's gonna be mine, and mine only' i pondered as I speed walked to the kitchen, only too be met by an hysterical Ana and a panicked Vince who was desperately trying to calm her down, He glared at me with such a lost, helpless look, i found hard to ignore, so i waddled over to the stocked fridge, pulling out two ice cold beers and a low fat kiwi smoothie, i surrendered a beer over to Vince and the kiwi smoothie to Ana who only snatched the carton from my strong hands and downed it in a large gulp, a small smile danced on my lips, " Ее будет выявлено Винс, я обещаю" (its gonna be alright vince i promise) i reassured,engulfing his trembling body in a bro hug, Carmile is going to be punished for this, i grabbed a bag of ice from the freezer, a salt shaker from the cupboard and a butcher's knife, Ana raised her head slightly, her eyes landed on the knife, terror took over her body, "no please don't hurt her, please don't, her parent's used to do that, please dont" Ana sobbed in English, clutching at my tattered, creamy brown, leather jacket, "Ana please let go, i have to teach her manners, she hurt both you and Vince, she needs to be punished" i softly explained, setting the equipment on the mahogany table, embracing her frail body in my arms, handing her over to an over jealous Vince, "Don't worry, i won't take yours, i already found mine" i slyly sneered, picking the butchers knife up and twirling the sharp blade dangerously between my fngers, heading towards my naughty princess's room.
'Something getting in the way
Something's just about to break'
My body buzzed, as i reached her peeling door, i don't think i can hurt her, i want to make her cry, scream and bleed for all that she and her disgusting family have put us through, but Carmile's different, i have weird thoughts about her, not disgusting porny ones but loving ones, where we're cuddled together on the dirty, blood stained sofa, watching saw.
Muffled tears echoed through the room, i burst open the creaky door violently,
The butchers knife i was holding fell to the floor with a loud clang.
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The Poison Flower
Teen FictionCarmie Follaway, a 17 year old from Bath, England was just dancing up a storm in the local club, waiting to finally meet her internet boyfriend of four years, untill a Group of young Russian teens spiked her drink, leaving her unconscious. When she...
