lust
• noun: lust
1. very strong sexual desire.
"he knew that his lust for her had returned"
•verb: lust
a passionate desire for something.
She want haunted and hunted. Lost forever in a spiral of grief and sorrow.
(Previously known as the story Re...
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Jacob lead me to his green carriage, hoisting himself up to take the reins effortlessly with me trailing not too far behind. He snapped the reins quickly, urging the horse into an unsteady trot as he steered the two four legged beasts into complete and utter chaos.
A spew of insults from angry citizens assulted my ears. I tried keeping count at how many pedestrians he nearly ran over, but I lost count after twenty, and that wasn't including all of the curbs and streetlights either. I held onto the handle of my seat next to Jacob, my life flashing before my own eyes.
Jacob didn't seem to mind. His smirk reached ear to ear while murmuring about how good the horses were. He was either doing this intentionally to get a rise out of me or he really was that bad of a driver; I wasn't about to ask though, but with how wild the ride to Lambeth was it took out all of the air from my lungs leaving me breathless.
Luckily we arrived in one piece. I had to stop the bile from rising up into my throat as I swollowed harshly. Jacob sent me a curious look before I waved him off and got off of the buggy, silently wanting to kiss the ground.
"Next time I drive."
Jacob gave me a playful smirk knowing full well of the damage he had caused. He had done it intentionally.
Bastard.
We reached the gates of the asylum as a man stood next to us that I had acknowledged to be Charles Darwin. I have never spoke to him before but I knew of his work, mostly for his famous Darwinism theory. Most people were aghast at such an idea, but I found his mind to be a breath of fresh air. It amazes me how beautifully different each mind works.
"Mr. Frye! I trust you had a productive meeting with Mr. Owen?" Charles asked.
"Oh yes, we had a most wonderful chat. I've found that the man behind Starrick's Soothing Syrup is John Elliotson." Jacob beamed. His comment 'a most wonderful chat' actually was referring to that he had ended his life rather quickly after gaining the information he needed, obviously exaggerating on how wonderful it might have been.
