autistic_equius
- Leituras 13
- Votos 1
- Capítulos 2
The mask was frail in his hands, similar to his skin. His shallow breaths was the only thing to be heard in the midst of a tense silence. A cold tail wrapped around his arm, restricting its movement and leaving a reddish purple mark.
"So... Do we have a deal, Ben?" She whispered menacingly, Ben stared into her blank, red eyes that bore into his soul.
"Yes."