west coast ☆ joji miller

9 ; truth

"what is your name?" venus squeaked, scared under his dark gaze.

"joji. now you answer your question. it's like a game." joji tells venus. she nods.
"venus." she answers.

"oh?" venus nods.

"where are we?"
"i can't answer that right now, my flower. maybe later." he tells her. venus cringed as the nickname, but continues to think of questions anyways.

"will i ever be able to leave?" it was the question that would tell her if hope was available or not.
joji shrugs, and venus bites her lip.

"why did you kill clarissa?" he thought for a moment before answering;
"you reap what you sow." he gave venus a twisted smile.

venus faked a smile back, pretending to think of a question, but trying to come up with ways to escape. she could make a run for it, but maybe joji was fast. she couldn't possibly know yet.

he wouldn't hurt her is she tried... would he?

"how old are you?" venus abruptly interrupted her own thoughts, the question being spat out like old gum.
"twenty four. you?"
"twenty one." venus answers honestly.

'make a run for it! run, dammit!' yells the red devil on her shoulder, while the angel begs her to stay in case she gets hurt on the escape. but, the devil is definitely weighing out the angel.