@androttenââ   â   stop guilt tripping me, bitch.
đ đ¸đđđżđ´đđ°đđ¸đ đ´ đ°đđđ°đ˛đşđ đ°đđ´ đžđđđˇđłđžđ.   her tongue is similar to the way a cobra slithers,  spewing venom with every bite taken.    she gorges herself,  filling her stomach until it swells,  molding its contents into a cradle of bones  &  broken hearts.    thereâs a graveyard in front of her teeth,  every tombstone a victim of her path.   (he is no exception.   he will become one within due time.)    when his words fill her ears,  an orchestra of minacious laughter spill from her lips.   her foot tucks itself into the sand theyâre currently trekking in,  body halting itself directly in front of him.   a brow is arched,  head leveling with his as she gazes at him;  a hunter surveying its prey,  looking for the best place to sink her teeth  &  yank until he comes crumbling down into her arms.    thereâs a fire inside her belly,  a lion yawning  &  stretching,  awaiting for the proper moment to strike.    đ¸đđ đđžđ°đ đ¸đ˝đđ¸đłđ´ đˇđ´đ đˇđ´đ°đł đ¸đ˝đłđ¸đ˛đ°đđ´đ đđˇđ´ đđ¸đźđ´ đ¸đ đ˝đžđ.
â   guilt tripping yaâ,  huh?   â    thereâs a trace of curiousness,  hands moving to ghost themselves along his chest.   this is their malison,  a companionship of agony  &  maltreat.   â   yaâ do all the work for me,  ugly.   never met such a little  bitch like yaâ before;  yaâ make it easy to do.   man up.   â












