venus immediately started stepping behind, her back making impact with the old wooden door.
"help!" she found herself screaming, her voice finding a volume she never thought she could achieve. her heart was racing like a high speed car, and she felt as if she could feel her own blood pumping in her veins.
venus even bit into her taffy-pink lips, the iron of her blood finding it's way to pick at her sensitive taste-buds. even in the heat of the moment she wish she had some chapstick on her, not that it would help the situation.
she needed help.
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west coast ☆ joji miller
Fanfiction❝ our eyes will disguise dirt on purpose ❞ or venus loves a murderer
