Serious anger issues
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So all her special kick or blows were met with nothing but a poker face that only served to make her more angrier by the minute
Arrrrghhhh!!!!!
She screams her lungs out voice bouncing off the private chamber they were in, littered with all assortment of toys in varying sizes both on the cute end and......well on the ripped end.
Some dolls missing their hands or legs or heads with foam sticking out tossed carelessly onto the carpeted floor. It shows that those poor bunnies had endured some level of hmm! Maltreatment to look so "ugly" from their uncontrollable volcano of an owner.
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Face flushed red- not from love but an insane amount of anger, hair tossed chest heavying violently her fist sized bunnies trembling enticingly giving off a show the trio of metals dreaded glueing their eyes to the floor like they wanted to escape execution. Her dress did nothing to help other than to escalate things further- only reaching just to her slender upper thighs, they rose and fell with her rising chest sliding up and down gingerly.....calling.....igniting desires
If you could even get the right angle, there was a large chance of catching a glimpse of a piece of tender clothing that is hmmm! Cough!
(That is not for children or the uncultured mind that can't handle the magnitude of such precious art ಥ‿ಥ)
(Fascinating- tears of joy)
After about ten more minutes of throwing more tantrums and well more ripped bunnies her anger subsided......temporarily
Hmmm! She snorted plumping down on her huge bed filled with toys and dolls, her room was basically a combination of white and light pink with her sheets being white and the cover cloth being light pink.
Getting into a comfortable position, legs interlocked akimbo, a medium size plush doll pressed to her chest like she wanted him to feel her anger.
She appeared a bit dazed in the moment, eyes blank and fuzzy like a vegetable.
The silence stretched for eternity as the trio shifted tense and nervous on their feets, looking like meek puppies.
" What happened" she finally asked breaking the ice looking up at them. Communicating remotely through their OAM they quickly argued and decided who to speak up in a few minutes. The leader finally spoke up
" I'm here boss" stepping forward he said in the most graty voice ever " unfortunately due to our incompetence and insufficient capacity, our target escaped but what we sure know is that it's he was poisoned, the toxin he was exposed during the fight would injured him!
Sigh!
Shaking her head disappointed, head resting on her palm she waved at them motioning for them to leave before she began another episode
Click!
All she felt was a sharp gust of wind and then the click of her double doors closing. Looking up, all she saw were torn dolls and those soon to be- no sign of the trio
Lips twitching " Am I that scary?" she taught a bit irritated " whatever........they can't even kidnap someone properly anyway" face scrunching up.
Silence befalls with her falling into a brief trace state then snapping back into reality, looking around her room- the intimate garments with various colours laying about used or not, plush teddies and dolls mostly torn tossed haphazardly without care. Her bedroom was more of a 'messroon' even a mess room didn't look like this.
"I'm such a mess' she murmured glancing about " f**k! " She exclaimed flaying her luscious red hair before diving under the covers like a pro
Obviously she has done this many times to be so good at it
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Annabelle POV(internal monologue)
" God I hope his okay I didn't want him to get hurt" she mused worried " but it's all his fault! " Emotion switching up faster than the speed of light, " if he has just been a good dog I won't have people to kidnap him".
" Poor rex has been through a lot, if he just allowed me to take care of him and call me his queen nothing of this would have happened " choking on a sob mixed with a ting of ego
( Great a delusional self entitled b*tch ಠ︵ಠ)
"........rexxy........." Her voice barely a whisper underlined by a mix of ego and craziness. Sound almost like a chant
".......Rexxy my love.....you are mine........" Her voice grew quieter and crazier
".......mine.....mine!.....only mine!!......"her lips stretching into a smile that looked nothing like one, eyes widening slightly
"Only mine to have!!!!"
Her eyes looked crazed taking a dark ting to it
"We would live happily ever after on a coastal town......have a few kids.......away from the world and all its madness.......oh Rexxy" moaning his name with so much love and tenderness that the tender wasn't tender no more. But more of an obsessive attachment that was becoming more and more dangerous by the minute.
Suddenly snapping out of her trance a bit of panic appeared on her face. Quickly lifting the covers to make sure no one was listening to her mad chants
Sighing in relief, she laid back down eye gluing to the castle like Ceiling- with the center high and murals and drawing littering the walls
She appeared to be going back into her trance state but this time radiating a sad lonely aura. Her eyes gaining whiteness, face...emotionless but tears dribbling from her eyes
Her lips opened, and a single word.....
"..... mummy....." Her voice filled with sadness and sorrow.
And another
".... mummy....when are you coming.....back?....." Tear falling faster going down the side of her eyes to her ears
And another
" I miss you......mummy" a hint of emotion appearing before vanishing just as fast as it came
After about 30 minutes of sorrowful mindless chants- eyes red and puffy tired from excessive crying, nose dribbling with snot. Her eyes gradually regained colour but the emotion lingered just beneath the surface.
Seating up she straightened her back, wiped her tears and snot,
" she couldn't cry, she was a strong, smart independent woman that didn't need a savior - but a queen to be worshipped and adored, sang for and hymns composed on her behalf!!
She was Annabelle!!”
- Writer
