The Devil pulls the strings which make us dance;
We find delight in the most loathsome things.” ― Charles Baudelaire
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(August)
Mikayla's eyes were mocking as she assessed me from head to toe, a smile twisting in her lips. I had never seen someone so audacious in my life. Even wolves feared me, and this tainted girl... she looked like she was the one with all the power here.
For someone weak and fragile, she acted like she was indestructible. I had never seen a Tainted with such a sharp tongue, or such an immense sense of self-worth. Instead of making me angry, I knew it was intriguing me more to explore more about her, to strip her of everything and discover her, discover who she was beyond all of this powerlessness.
"You are pitiful, August. I sometimes wonder why the moon g
