" Terrify

'Did I threaten you? His low voice was troubled. It was very good because the misconceptions were going. The face, the call, the smell, it was so much better than drowning. The magnificent invention of my creativity looked at my changing expressions, with concern. His irises were black, with shades of blue with bruises under them.

He surprised me; in my hallucinatory, they were generally better fed. "

― , Nevaeh Going in and Out