xxx❝Why are you so lonely❞xxx
『Ashley • Sin』
❝【I-I n-need m-my G-Gaurdian!!!】❞
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❝W-What do you mean, im thex⇨x【Demon Fox of Asura】❞xxx
Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better ********
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me
xxx❝【N-No not r-really】x⇦xDon't you have someone?❞
( indent )Ashley sighed as she had walked into a supply closet with a quill, a candle, a match, and a few papers. She shut the door and binded it closed making it completely and uterly pitch black. Moving to a corner she lit the candle with the matched and placed it standing up. The flame flickered in a dim light around the closet as she put the papers on the ground and got out a silver dagger. She raised her dagger on her wrist and slit it open letting the blood run down her arm.
Dipping the tip of the quill in her blood she sighed wincing a bit. Her skin turned pale as she started to write down. "An aged man, without an enemy in the world, in his own house,and his own bed, is made victim of a butcherly murder, for mere pay. Truly, here is a new lesson for painters and poets. Whoever shall hereafter draw a portrait of a murder, if he will show it. . .where. . .last to be looked for. . .let him not give it the grim visage of Moloch. . .Let him draw, rather, a decorous, smooth-faced, bloodless demon; a picture in repose, rather than in action; not so much an example of human nature in its depravity, and in its paroxysms of crime, as an infernal being, a fiend, in the ordinary display and development of his character."
She sighed and dipped her quill in her own blood once more taking a sort breath and writing again. ". . .True it is, generally speaking that 'murder will out'. . .the guilty soul cannot keep its own secret. It is false to itself; or rather it feels an irresistible impulse to be true to itself. It labors under its guilty possession and knows not what do with it. The human heart was not made for the residence of such an inhabitant. . .The secret, which the murderer possesses soon comes to possess him and like the evil spirits of which we read, it overcomes him, and leads him withsoever it will. He feels it beating at his heart, rising to his throat, and demanding disclosure. He thinks the whole world sees it in his face, reads it in his eyes, and almost hears it working in the very silence of his thoughts. It has become his master. . .It must be confessed, it will be connfessed."
Webster closing arguments!
She finished her writing and automatically felt dizziness. She held her throat with her bleed arm gasping for air feeling the sent of dry blood aromanate around the closet. She closed her eyes shut in fear as the candle fell onto the ground putting itself out. She felt the room spinning around holding her head tearing slightly feeling her cold blood against her skin she yelped, still gasping trying to calm down but failing as she started to panic a bit.
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❝〖Don't leave〗❞
❝【Stay here】❞
❝〖With me〗❞
