"Pathetic." I turn my head sharply away from the voice. Cold red eyes are staring down at me, I can sense it. Those disgustingly red eyes constantly watching my every move, watching to see if my breath quickens as he harasses me, watching every little detail in my face change as I furrow my brows. It's horrid red eyes stare at me with such amusement, much like when a child goes to a circus for the first time. The child's eyes lighting up in excitement as they watch the clowns perform, yes.. that's the exact look on his face. He was the child, and I was the performers. Only a child would have such enjoyment in seeing other people's sufferings. He's such a cold child. Nothing more than a child.
His hand quickly grabs a hold of my arm, purposely bruising me as he holds me close to him. White strands of hair gently falling on my face as I force myself to look up at his face. Disgusting.
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Just A Little Drabble I wrote not to long ago
Short StoryI wrote this when I was feeling pretty sad lolololol, The Guy's name is Crowley. He's an Oc of mine and stuff ahaha
