Slurred words - talia
Send âslurred wordsâ to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.
âYeah. I met her once in some club when I was off my skull on coke. She was fun, Iâd admit. It was enjoyable to dance with her, she wasnât scared away which I guess someone like me should appreciate now and again, he paused âA little too⊠happy for my liking. I mean after all she was drunk.â Vince sat back, remembering the second time they met - which he spent avoiding her. âLook I didnât expect to see her a second time, and quite frankly my only business in that place was to fuck shit up. I canât remember much of it because I fucking spiked myself on purpose. I wanted to see what she was like high but thatâs all. But I remembered her name eventually. Talia. â
Vincent sighed, âSeems like a kind girl. It would be a shame to see another destroyed by this city. But at the same time, Iâve always wanted to see if there was a dark side to her. I got no interest in the light. Then - I happened to meet her a third time. A third fuckinâ time out of chance, can you believe it âcause fuck clearly the gods of fate wanted me to stop avoiding this girl and communicate with her. But I was a little half cut from injuries to do much talking.â
Vincent pressed his hand to his mouth âSome people are good at hiding their demons, theyâre so good at it, they seem completely innocent, normal, happy. But internally? Theyâre a fucking hell storm. And now thatâs what peaks my interest. Does she have the capability? Can she be broken? Is she broken and hiding it? Fuck⊠Iâd love to see her with her head a fuckinâ mess.âÂ
He started to laugh with a menacing look in his eyes. His evil intent starting to show through his drunk appearance at the thought of this one broken. Vincent dug his nails into his own skin, biting down on the inside of his mouth, resisting the sadistic urges inside of him as he always did. Some would think that Vincent was already a blunt asshole that couldnât keep his tongue in his mouth - but that was only half of it - there was a darker part still. Full of nothing but sick twisted fucked up fantasies. A beast inside of him. One of death, a fucking psychopath that wanted to hurt her. The innocent oneâs are only fun to destroy after all. âI want to break her mind until there is no goodness left,â he beamed manically. The one speaking was an entirely different one from the one that spoke moments ago.As quickly as it came, it passed.Â
âMaybe I avoid her because I donât want her to be around people like me. I donât want her to be tainted by the evil that lurks in these streets and in this HEAD of mine!â He clutched his head and yelled drunkenly before smashing the glass of his drink.












