blossomjenn
The bitter cold wrapped around her skin, the heat coming from the radiators couldn't keep her warm enough to fend off the goosebumps off of her arms. Behind the kitchen wall stood a slim yet sturdy figure watching over her. The sinister figure moved towards her at an agonisingly slow pace. Her eyes rolled back into her head the pure whites of her eyes showing, her pupils turning to a blood red. His cold hand wrapped around her pale throat, his nails scratching at her delicate skin.
"selfishness"
"mass murder"
"greed"
"lack of remorse"
the quiet ticks of the clock as she began to lose consciousness drilled into her brain as blood began to trickle out of her eyes.
"and this time you were chosen"