Darkly Descending {FRERARD}

"Like your first week skinner boy?" I snickered as I walked past... him. He quickly took a look around the halls making sure there weren't any guards around before roughly shoving me against the wall

"What if you were imbedded in this institution for skinning three women? Even if it was false? Please enlighten me on how that would feel. To be falsely accused for something when you were just at the wrong place at the wrong time," He growled at me, "Frankie..." He chuckled, "Its not all it's cracked up to be." He released me, but still stood in front of me not letting me through.

"You should just be lucky you're fucking alive," I muttered under my breath. Yes I was in this institution but for a solid reason. He skinned three women alive. He should just be lucky that he's not on fucking death row.