She walked up to me a dead set expression on her face.
"....Well, my dear 'Luna', time to end all this nonsense, don't you think?" She said the word Luna like it caused physical harm to her.
All I could do was lie there and focus on breathing. And on what I was holding.
Lying in my own puddle of blood.
Narcissist that she is, she wanted me to look her in the eye so she could imprint her face in my mind as I wasted away.
"Look at me."
And I did. Doing my best and lifting my head off the ground, I stared up at her.
Then she smiled, holding a new, interesting tool with even more interesting spikes on it.
What movies has this woman been watching?
What the hell did she plan on doing with that?
Well not today cupcake.
Before she made a move, I quickly grabbed
