▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓The lamp ᶠ ˡ ᶤ ᶜ ᵏ ᵉ ʳ ᵉ ᵈ .
The once illuminated room became dULL-- certainly were the witch was seated })Her atmosphere seemed radiantly calm which was a powerful understatement .Of Course.
❝Do you prefer to give pain?..
Or to receive it ? ❞ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᶤʳᵗ ᶜᵒᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʷᶤᵗᶜʰ ʳᵃˢᵖᵉᵈ *
Oh she'd give, Give and GIVE.
And maybe {MAYBE} the odd receiver.
She could bear it, unlike JUNE .Her eyes BURNED + P I E R C E D the -decapitated - corpse before her; pleased from her work [ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈʸ ᵃʳᵗ ] .
Why she's talking to a dead, shes not so sure herself ?
b o r d e n ? Most likely.WHAT IS AN OLD WITCH TO DO ?!
Her ideas of fun had loosened- no more ideas, ideas gone .
She dipped her toes in the Blood p u d d l e beside the man's head and painted it across the wooden floor, softly sighing through her nose .
A visit !SHE'D. PAY AN ALLIE A visit !
ʰᵉˡˡ, ˢʰᵉ'ᵈ ᵇᵉ ˡᵘᶜᵏʸ ᶤᶠ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵍᵉᵗ ʷᶤᵗʰᶤᶰ Ձᶜᵐ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ .*MIST, MIST *
The lamp UN ᶠ ˡ ᶤ ᶜ ᵏ ᵉ ʳ ᵉ ᵈ .
The illumination brightening up the Crimson stained floor and walls, now that the room was without her ghastly presence .No doubt a crime scene by morning .
ESTÁS LEYENDO
˗ˏˋpossessed
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