He opened his blue eyes and looked at the ropes around his body holding him to a chair.
He tried to speak but his mouth what covered.
"Oh a poor, poor little boy" a woman said and he looked.
He pulled trying to get at her.
She smirked and walked over to him.
"Such a poor boy" she said and slid her finger over his jawline.
She took the wrap over his mouth off and he breathed.
"Let me go" he yelled.
"I'm afraid I can't do that. You never needed my sister. She always wanted your life there was never love" she said and he looked at her.
Her blonde hair and blue eyes like the girl's.
"Please" he begged.
"All you need is this" she said putting a needle into the center of the star.
He felt his blood speed up and his body began to tremble.
He growled and looked at her seeing yellow.
"Yellow means you want it" she said. "Red means bad. Blue means allie."
He pulled and the ropes broke so he was over her.
"Fistey one are we" she asked.
He growled but all he saw was yellow all over her. He caught red and took it from her.
A gun laid in his hand and she began to tremble.
He put it by her head and smirked.
"Look I'm not here to hurt you" she said and he put it up on a table.
Kisses were planted up her shoulder till he got to her jawline.
He liked her better. He craved her more. She grabbed his shirt while he grabbed her shirt.
"No stop" she said and he let go.
They walked into a room with a bunch of boys.
"Hwy who's the new bi-"
"I do not wanna hear the end of that sentence" she commanded.
"But I wanna play with him. He hot the tattoos but that doesn't mean anything" another said.
"Wanna fight him" the girl asked.
"Yeah. I win I get to have a little fun with him first. He wins we don't mess with him at all" the first one to speak said.
"Go ahead" she said as the other guy waited.
He put his hand out and waited. Her fingers went up his bones and he was put into an attack mode.
"Come at me princess" the man yelled and he got him down.
They wrestled for a while till the man screamed before he had scratches on his back.
The girl's new dog came back and everyone looked at him in fear.
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Poison Ink
Teen FictionA drop of ink printed into an arm. A drop of blood falling from her hand. Nothing moves. He screams. No one hears. He's alone. Love is extinct. He's done.
