|Dark Rapunzel|
"How's life, Leona?" the wrinkled voice of the old man rang in the white ceramic room
"A f*****g bitch." The icy voice slashed through the warm air and everything around seemed to freeze. A fake gasp flees, and she let out, "Oops, slip of tongue."
"Is your tongue walking on grease? It always slips whenever you open your mouth." The old man sigh.
"Can't help, my mouth hates to cooperate with my nonexistent kindness," she remarked in a mocking tone.
Leona leaned on the slit of the window. Sunrays flirting with the curve of her neck and the ink carved on her smooth skin. The cool wind frisked with her long and pitch-black winter hair.
The striking woman carried her pride, beauty, and magic in those inky wisps, plummeting down to her hips. Honey skin glimmering with a c
