Laurens POV
"kill them" i hear her words drown me awfully, as if they've gripped onto my legs, tugged at my arms, forcing me down on its ocean of influence. "i know you can do it," she says, her tone full of seduction and lust. She put her arms around me like a jacket to my waist, she clung onto me. Her voice soft and steady, not rough or hoarse. It felt like a wave of smooth milk chocolate, running to my ears.
She came close and her lips were soft, pink, warm. Mine were cold, and pale from the air conditioning. How can she maintain a warm body temperature? "will you do it for me?" she asks, softly tracing her fingers on my chest, giving me goosebumps, even chills. "i... i don't know." i admit, i didn't know what to do. I just don't think i'm too all that to kill an innocent.
"She buried me alive, how do you think i feel? Don't you love me?" her voice cracked as if she was weak. She is still that lost puppy who was kicked around too much. She was still broken inside. "I love you. I love you from the skin to my bones. I love you, camila." "Then avenge me." "I'm not ready for a kill. I can't do it. I'm afraid." I need to tell her straight forward that there are things i can. And things i can't.
"I didn't think so." she says, letting go of me, Putting the blade back into her pocket. "You're weak. I knew it. We both knew it. You will never be of good use to us. I am disappointed." I was alert of her spoken words, pelted me like gunshots. How wounded would i have been if they really were. "I'm not weak." "You won't even avenge someone you love. What makes you, a non-weakling?" "I know better than to kill someone, camila."
"you're out of courage and it makes you appear weak. He can help you." "help me? what?" She took a step back and removed a white cloth that covered a black box. It was fully black, with gold writings written on the top. This somewhat feels...Familiar. Have i came across it before? I know i have. "what is it?" "you'll see." She held the cover lid. "Before i open this, i want you to do something for me." "what is it?"
"You can never cleanse the devil." And i instantly drowned in darkness.
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To cleanse the devil (camren)
RandomCamila Cabello, a disturbed, mental patient, and also known as the Devils favorite in her perspective. She who tends to be difficult and shows horrendous acts towards others. She who shut the world out. She who is able to express herself in a way of...
