"Have I told you that I have a thing for onion skin ?," she whispered with a her ominous seductive twang, staring deep into his unblinking eyes.
He gulped, completely turned on yet equally repulsed. Terrified.
'Such. A. Shame!'
She smiled a silly smile, inching closer. Her snarl close to his pursed lips and the broken mirror shard, in her bloodied hand, cooling his heated nerves by his nape.
Ready to strike. But from which end ?
- Two Truths and a Lie.