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▬▬▬▬ 𝚙 𝚛 𝚎 𝚜 𝚎 𝚗 𝚝
𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 blankly stared ahead, clumps of mascara lashes aiding in the thick sheet blurring her vision. One minute her back was pressed against the metal railing while she doused herself in a euphoric sensation of cold sloppy lips baring her neck and fingers trailing her thighs, then next, she was sober stone with hues of blood coating her silk and stilettos.
"Charisma," Inspectora heightened her octave and fumbled with her pen. Her cheeks were dried with the tears of her eyes and Charisma flinched upon hearing her name, focusing her attention to the detective sitting a foot near her bare knees. Her bones were achy and she felt as if her soul had freed itself from her boned cage and flew to a brighter known, leaving her a hollow shell. She had felt pain more than any sixteen year old should have endured within the past year and a half, but nothing had drained her as much as seeing death within her matching blue eyes.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Charisma turned her head downward, her eyes freezing upon the red stain upon the trail of her champagne dress. The sound of shattered glass tore her from her lustful heat, creating distance between herself and the body ravishing her own, while ruptures of screamed terror captivated her eyes upon the floor before her. It wasn't until she heard piercing cries of her brothers' voice that caused the girl to stumble down the stairs until she returned to reality as she kneeled in a pile of blood beside her brothers' nearly lifeless frame.
"I need to know what you saw," the inspector repeated for what was now the sixth time, the first heard to Charisma's ear, tearing her from the memory. Her hands shook and she laced her fingers together to manage her strength. Scooting back in the lavish clothed chair, Charisma straightened her posture and confidently lifted her chin, "what I saw was my brother, giving up on everything we worked for."
