sneak peak into my new book "brain vomiting" ❄️
Azarel crackled a laugh, as he folded his arms. “Smart girl, aren’t you?” He put a sly smile on his lips and chuckled darkly. “You observe differently than others. What’s your name, young lady?”
Elsa didn’t once move her feet. She was frozen in fear of the Demon inside of Jack,, but she was kind of attracted to it. “Is there something wrong with you, child, or are you plain foolish? Are you attracted to me?” Azarel asked Elsa. She couldn’t help but nod her head.
She knew this wasn’t Jack talking—the sly smile, the taunting talking. It was all very wrong to her. Her skin was crawling with goosebumps that she never felt before. Her pupils were pulled back into her eyes in horror. A small flicker of a decomposed smile curled on her lips. She was ready for the worst that was yet to come to her.